“Yeah. I like it. Quiet too. I don’t think I could live in the city for a long period of time.” They were on the small two-lane road headed toward his place. About ten miles back, Justin had pulled off the highway and begun the last leg of the road trip. He’d been driving something close to twenty hours, but given the woman at his side, it was worth every bit of tired eyes and aching ass from having been awake and sitting too damn long. He could get home in the dark. He knew this road so well. Three more bumps in the pavement and he turned left onto the dirt lane leading up to the house. It was about a quarter-mile to his front door. “How long have you lived out here?” Ella asked, staring out her window. “All my life. I bought this part of the property and some cattle from my parents. It still runs as one big operation, but I keep whatever profit I make on this side. I usually just put it back into the upkeep.” The outline of the small clapboard house loomed ahead, and he parked the truck in front.
