A long gravel driveway appeared ahead, and Goldie eased off the gas.
I dropped back; the car turned onto the gravel with dust kicked up behind her tires, and I followed.Nugget rolled in behind me.
The field stretched forever in every direction.Corn, darkness, stars, and absolutely nobody around.Perfect.
Goldie stopped, her brake lights glowed red, and the engine died.
For a second, nobody moved, and then her door flew open.She practically launched herself out of the car.
I killed my bike and the sudden silence rang in my ears.
Nugget parked beside me, and we climbed off our bikes.
Goldie was already pacing with both hands buried in her hair.“Are you two out of your damn minds?”
Well.Guess we were skipping introductions.
I crossed my arms.“Good to see you too.”
She pointed at us.Actually pointed.“You followed me!”
“Yep.”
“You shouldn’t have followed me!”
“Probably.”
Her eyes widened.“Probably?”
Nugget snorted.
I ignored him.
Goldie threw her hands into the air.“You should be back in Madison!”
“No.”
“Packing your shit!”
“No.”
“Leaving!”she shouted.
I smiled.Definitely no.
“You don’t get it!”she snapped.
“No one tells the Saint’s Outlaws what we should do,” Nugget said simply.
Her laugh came out sharp and slightly hysterical.“That’s exactly the problem.”
I tilted my head.
Goldie pointed back toward the road.“You have no idea what you’re dealing with.”
“We got a pretty good idea.”
“No.”Her voice dropped.That got my attention.“No, you don’t.”
