Dan smiled into the dark and ground the pickup’s gears a notch higher. “It’s an old logging trail. Real old. You have to know where to look for it.” She clutched at the edge of the seat as they bounced over a rut. “Good,” she said. “Then you’ll have a way to get me home tomorrow.” He said nothing. He didn’t want her to go home tomorrow. More than that, he didn’t want her to insist on going home tomorrow. Finally, he asked, “Did you like the Sohappys?” “Very much.” “They’re my nearest neighbors.” “I was lucky Gary found me.” “He’s a good kid. Wasn’t always, but he is now.” “He told me you hope to get the Seahawks up here. Why didn’t you tell me?” He drove to the front of the lodge and parked. “Because now it might not happen.” “Why not?” Dan killed the engine and draped his forearms over the steering wheel, turning his head to look at her. The rain had ruined her fancy hairstyle and made it glossy and straight. He liked it better that way.
