It was time to take the plunge into personal territory. They’d enjoyed a companionable silence until they passed into Statesville, Virginia. They’d stopped to eat, and something had changed. Apparently their nice, friendly atmosphere had been abandoned at the diner where they’d picked up carryout burgers. Maybe there was a law in Virginia that stated conversation in the car was a big no-no? She snorted softly, and then sighed as she shifted in the seat. She’d tried a couple of times to engage Dray in conversation. He shot down every attempt. Anger had started riding her shoulders. It sniped at her thoughts, pulled her inner smartass to the surface. He may not want to talk, but damn it, she’d like to have some answers. Sasha had a huge decision to make, and she wasn’t going to make it based on her hormones. She caught sight of her scowl in the passenger side window. Her brain had obviously been injured outside el-Din’s compound, as well as her body.
