Diners and Deep Conversations

We’ve been on the road for hours and Ryker hasn’t said a word.

In his defense, neither have I, but I don’t want to be the only one breaking the ice between the two of us. The hum of the engines and the rhythm of the tires against the road is the only sound in the car.

I let my eyes slide over to look at Ryker’s profile. His eyes are fixed on the road, but his expression is distant. His knuckles