Page 45 of Secret Love

He keeps his eyes on the road. “Makes it easier to forget about, I guess.”

We turn off the street and enter a small parking lot behind an old, brick building. A pink neon sign flashes above the entrance with several letters missing. I squint at it, trying to decipher the store’s name.

“Fawn’s Pawn?” I read. “Who’s Fawn?”

“It’s her last name.”

I sit back. “Your gun girl is a woman named Caleb Fawn?”

Fox pulls his seatbelt free. “Wait here.”

“No way! I want to meet your gun girl.”

“No.” He steps outside. “I’ll just be a minute.”

“Fox—”

“Dani.” He bends down and stares at me through the open window. “Stay here.”

I sigh and fall back into my seat. “Fine.” I reach for my sunglasses.

“Keep them on,”he warns, pointing a stiff finger at me.

I hold up my hands in surrender and he walks off toward the pawn shop.

There we go again. Bantering like before.

This is going to be one strange road trip.

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