Josh watched the passing desert and decided if he never drove through Nevada again, it would be too soon. Was there an uglier place on the entire planet? He looked over his shoulder, finding Sara’s peaceful face far more interesting. She had barely opened her eyes when Cam herded them down to the car, and fell back into a deep sleep as soon as she stretched out in the backseat.
Josh didn’t blame her. A part of him wished he could curl around her and go back to sleep himself.
“Do you think I’m crazy?” Josh asked, resting his forehead against the cool window.
Cam frowned and cast a glance sideways. “Why would I think you’re crazy?”
“Because I kidnapped a good friend of mine, and plotted to kill us all in a horrible fireball that would probably have been seen for miles around,” Josh said
