Road to Desire
He didn’t know me, and he was probably a criminal for Pete’s sake, but I was the one who felt embarrassed.
“What’s your group’s name?” I soldiered on, my inability to stay silent when I was nervous working against me.
“My group?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Your club. Whatever.”
He studied the road again. “Dogs of Fire.”
“Why did you pick that?” I asked.
“I didn’t.”
“Why did your group… I mean, club, pick that?”
Booker shrugged. “Don’t know.”
“You don’t know why they picked it?” I studied his profile and saw his jaw lock. “Sorry, not my business.”