Eight
“Don’t lie to me.” My breakfast spoon dropped from my hand, hitting the table with an excited clatter. “Seriously?”
Ty nodded in that casual way he had, but I could see the tiniest hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
“We’re going into the city?” I echoed. “Into the city. Like, into the city?”
The moment Ty uttered the words, We’re going into the city, my blood pressure skyrocketed.
“I have some business,” he explained. “We’re not even staying the night.”
I exchanged an ecstatic look with Eddie—or, with Eddie’s camera—as I thought of all the possibilities. After being trapped in the middle of nowhere for more than a week, the thought of even a few hours in actual civilization sent goosebumps over my skin.
Saturday in the city sounded like the perfect medicine for my country fe
