The soft noise Logan made as she adjusted had my brain whiplashing to last night. Caden knew I could hear them. It had beentorture. Her scent was intoxicating—rich and earthy, like a deep forest, and it smelled even sweeter now with hints of jasmine. I’d been left discreetly fucking my own fist on her living room couch like a loser as I’d listened to her desperate sounds.

While I was contemplating going house cat to preserve my sanity, Logan burst awake with a cry and I locked my arms around her.

“It’s okay. We’re okay,” I soothed.

Neither statement was true.

Logan buried her face in her hands and I held her close.

We drove for an hour before Logan finally chilled out and Caden’s shoulders stopped being stuck to his ears.

“Where are we going?” I eventually asked.

“Fuck if I know,” Caden snapped. “Right now the only goal is far away.”

I couldn’t fault that. I-81 blurred beneath us as Caden left Syracuse behind. He didn’t stop until we hit Scranton. By thenLogan was more relaxed, sitting up on the other side of the back seat, but she hadn’t made a peep.

Peepless seemed bad.

Caden stopped for gas and I poked Logan’s shoulder. “Get out and stretch.”

She looked at me with freakishly blank eyes, but nodded and climbed out of the car.

Okay, that was unnerving.

Caden looked about ready to chuck the gas pump down and follow her, but we needed to fuel up.

“I’ve got her,” I said, hopping out to follow Logan. I stood outside the bathroom like a dutiful soldier. She took so long that I knocked on the door. “Lo, you okay in there?”

The door swung open and I jumped. Her eyes were red-rimmed. “Yeah, sorry.”

I walked her to Caden and made sure she was safely in the front seat before I went about my business. After relieving myself, I slipped inside the gas station to grab a bunch of candy—chocolate, gummies, some sour monstrosity that would pucker my lips right off my face—as well as some drinks and chips before booking it back to the car. I held a selection between the front seats.

“Snack?”

Logan grabbed one of the chocolate bars full of peanuts and caramel. I knew she had good taste.

“Thank you,” she said quietly.

I missed her snappiness.

Sad Logan was freaking me out.

I held out two bottles—iced tea and water. She took the water, but just stared at it, along with the chocolate bar. I nudged Caden when he sat in his seat and he opened both for Logan, waiting until she’d consumed a bit of each. He took her hand, and while I couldn’t tell what he was saying in her head,she nodded and nibbled some more at the chocolate. Good. Maybe some sugar would help.

Caden flashed me a grateful smile—at least I assumed it was grateful—and got the car running again.

“I’ve got a buddy in Carlisle we could crash with,” I offered.

“Too dangerous for them. Also, not far enough.”

“Whereisfar enough?”

Caden shrugged. “I dunno. The fucking moon?”

I snorted and opened the map app on my phone. Maybe I could find us a decent hotel in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. I scrolled down the I-81 on the map, swerving off to some more remote locations. I found exactly what I was looking for and checked the vacancies. They had an assortment of cabins, set away from the rest and with a view of the mountains.

Booked.