Blind Faith
he answered, his smart-ass tone sweetened with a smile.
“Right,” she commented.
The drive was a quiet one as the Eagles sang Desperado on the radio. The mild serpentine road lulled Rai into a state of bliss, as the scent of evergreens, birch, and alders dominated the cool, crisp air.
“Are you warm enough?” asked Z.
“Yes,” she replied, sticking her nose out the window again. A warm rush of heat wafted over her toes as it made its way up through the cab. It felt good, but smelling the trees and other vegetation was worth the slight chill.
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