“Wanna ride?” he asks. “I can take you all the way down to the county line, south of Crookston. That should save you a bunch of miles.”
A pair of semis roars on by, each heading in opposite directions right on this stretch of highway. The sudden blast of wind twists her hair in front of her face. She takes out a band from her pocket, and ties her hair back into a ponytail. She notes Phil’s roving eyes, imagining the vicious lust cascading in his mind.
He opens the passenger’s door. “Let me clean the seat off for you,” he says.