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My phone buzzed in my pocket, making me jump. I was about to get it out when I noticed that the tank was full.
I pushed the nozzle in its place, locked the tank, and got into the car. After I parked it, I got out and checked my phone.
It was a text from Finn.
Where are you? I’m worried. You should’ve been here a couple of hours ago.
I typed a reply.
Sorry. We made a few extra stops.
Where are you now?
At the gas station. No more stops, I promise. We’ll be there soon.
Just be careful, okay?
Always am.I added a smiley emoji.
Pushing the phone into the back pocket of my jeans, I headed to the diner.
* * *
After we finished eating, I told Mom to wait for me in the car and headed to the bathroom.
When I came out and was on my way to exit the diner, the blue-eyed guy stopped in front of me.
“Hey.” He smiled, but I couldn’t bring myself to do the same. “I found this on your seat.” He was holding my phone. “It must’ve fallen out of your pocket.”
“Thanks.” I took the phone, thinking that the last part was supposed to be my line.
Pressing my lips together, I stretched them into a smile, nodded, and walked away.
Where did he come from? I didn’t even notice he was in the diner too. And how did he know it was in my pocket? Maybe I simply put it down next to me and then forgot to pick it up? Was it just a suggestion, or was he watching me all this time?
Now you’re just being paranoid. He said ‘must’ve,’ didn’t he?
I threw myself into the car.
“Are you okay?” Mom asked, her eyes narrowed.
“I’m fine. But Finn is worried. Let’s go before he gets here to drive us himself.”
Still looking at me with suspicion, Mom started the engine.
ChapterTen
SPENCER
The sun was still above the hill when, following Finn’s instructions, Mom took the exit from the main road and drove into the woods. After a few miles, we took another exit and saw a big red sign saying PRIVATE PROPERTY NO TRESPASSING.
It was a narrow road with tall, old trees on both sides, stretching their heavy branches toward each other.
“Those trees . . .” Mom gasped as we drove through that green tunnel. “Why does this road look . . .” Her eyes darted from one side of the road to another.
I stared at her. “Mom?”
“This looks so familiar.”
