At least, that was the conclusion she’d come to after their second loop around the Capital City Freeway. The quips and the banter had faded the instant that they’d hit the freeway on-ramp. His face was a serious mask of concentration, one that she’d only caught glimpses of before. Ally didn’t bother him. He needed to think. She probably should as well. The problem was her brain refused to work when she was this damn tired. She glanced at the clock. By her count, she was quickly coming up on thirty-six hours without sleep. Now, being driven around in a constantly moving car with only the hum of the engine to keep her company, she found her eyelids drooping more and more. Adrenaline, it seemed, would only take her so far. Her chin had just touched down on her chest when the car came to a stop. Her head snapped up as a startled sound escaped her mouth.
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