It didn’t seem like an auspicious name, really.Swinging the room key from her fingers, Zoe walked towards Nick where he stood in the motel parking lot, having just paid the tow truck driver. He had his backpack on his back, and Zoe’s bag slung over one shoulder. When he saw her approach he bent to pick up the pigeon carrier case, too, but Zoe beat him to it.‘Where are we sleeping?’ he asked cheerfully.Zoe didn’t think his choice of words was all that accurate. After their kiss, they’d spent half an hour together in the cramped space of the tow truck’s cab. Her leg had pressed against his from hip to calf and even though he hadn’t laid a hand on her she’d been aware of every breath he’d taken, every small movement of his body as the truck had juddered over the road.He’d spent most of the journey chatting with the driver about the weather, the roads, the fact that they had a New York City pigeon as a passenger. Zoe had been able to get a couple of cracks in—that was until she’d let herself turn her face towards Nick and their eyes had met.Even in the dark cab, she’d been able to see what he’d been thinking about.
