CHAPTER EIGHT
If he never got caught in one of those horrible flying contraptions again, it would be too soon. Dax leaped out the moment they landed and started heading toward the open road.
“Hey. Where are you staying?” Jane asked.
He hadn’t intended on sticking around, but the sound of Jane’s voice was like a siren song that he couldn’t ignore. Dax shrugged as he turned to face her. “Don’t really know.”
“Are you being secretive again, or do you really not know where you’re going?” she asked.
Always so inquisitive! But he didn’t mind her questions. He only wished he could give her a real answer. The best he could come up with was, “I’ll be around. Why?”
“You seem to know your way around a volcano. I was kind of hoping I’d bump into you again. Maybe we could check out the lava flow t
