We had been driving for about 4 hours. finally I work up enough courage to ask him where we are headed. I'm not scared to ask him, I'm just scared of what his answer will be. "hey Dylan? can I ask you something?" he doesn't hesitate, "of course, pretty girl." I feel my face get hot all over and my cheeks get red. "where are we headed? not that it really matters, but I'm just curious." "well, Lucas mentioned he had some military friends that live in Georgia. he said they'd be able to help." Georgia. of all places. I can't help but laugh. "what's so funny?" he asks, laughing along with me. "Georgia is the last place I thought you'd say." he reaches over and grabs my hand. even though I've only felt that soft, warm, protective hand a few times, I know it so well. "we can stop for lunch in about 45 minutes if you want." "I'll only stop if you want to."I say, admiring his beautiful brown hair." "if it's okay, I think we should stop." I nod my head in agreement. we drive for a little while longer and after what feels like forever, we pull into a chick fil a. we walk in, hand in hand, and order our food. I grab us a booth while Dylan gets the food. he brings our food over and sits down across from me. before he starts to pray, my phone interrupts us. it's a phone call from a blocked number. "Dylan." I show him my phone and he says to answer it. I click answer. "hello?" I say nervously. "Sam. I'm so glad to hear your voice. it means you're okay."
