Michael caught his breath at the continued brush of fingers and was pretty sure this would get them both killed. Or, no. If they got in trouble on the road, he could get them out of it. Might mean telling Alex what he was, which was probably uncool, given what Isobel had done to Liz, but...Alex wasn’t just a crush. This was real.

He took a shaky breath and shifted the truck into drive. It was trickier, with his hand in its makeshift splint, but he’d been adapting. Pulling back onto the road, he gave Alex another grin.

“So, I probably shouldn’t speed, huh?” He’d at least given some thought where to go. “You ever been out to Foster Ranch?”