What Do You Think Happened Chapter 8
We didn't waste any time. I started up the engine and headed west on I-80 out of New York. I figured two days of hard driving would get us at least close to the Twin Cities. Bridgett sat up front in the passenger seat as I drove the big RV. "This could be risky, you know," I told her. "Strangers, you mean?" "Yes. And three men. And you, the only woman." "Maybe you've been reading too many sensational novels," Bridgett said, smiling. "Sure. Maybe. But you are, at least for now,...