I had no clue where he was taking me, but we were definitely headed into the mountains. I did my very best to hide my discomfort with the twists and turns and being this high up. Turner didn’t know that my parents had died on a windy mountain road, and I didn’t plan on telling him either. He made a turn into a national forest preserve and drove back a couple of miles. When he parked, I looked around. All my eyes could see were pine trees, and a creek that ran next to a paved trail. There were no signs indicating what he had planned for us. I started to wonder if it really was going to be a low key date and maybe he knew of a spot that we would walk too and sit and talk. Oh God, talking. Just as scary as riding in a race car. “You ready?” “Mhmm.” I stated, “I have never been here before.” He smiled a dazzling grin at me. “I haven’t either. Let’s go.” He hadn’t been here before? Then how in the world did he know where he was taking me? I’d assumed he was taking me on a hike or walk.
