Driven by Deception

Anya looked out at the dark sky, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. Dare had finally conceded a few hours ago and let her behind the wheel when his knee started to throb.

After driving almost all day, and thanks to her fast driving, they were already miles away. But Anya thought they could both use a bed right about now. And probably a hot shower, too. If it weren't for Nolan’s phone