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Early morning sunlight poured in through the windshield, making Tana's eyes squeeze together. She moved her hand to shield her face. She let out a yawn, her eyes fluttering open. As she looked around for the first time since falling asleep last night, she couldn't help but feel confused. It took her a whole minute before she realized what she'd done.
She'd run off with Dallas Winston. Of all people she could have run away with, it was Dallas.
The man in question laid in the seat next to her, his shirt off and his chest heaving lightly with small breaths. She couldn't help but stare at the small, round scars that covered his torso. They looked a lot like bullet holes, but Tana couldn't be sure. She wanted to reach out and touch them, just to see if they were real.
While sleeping, Dallas was quite peaceful. In fact, he was almost attractive.
Sunny let out a whine from the backseat. Tana turned around in her seat to see the dog was laying there. He wagged his tail, happy to have caught his owner's attention. Tana unlocked the doors and let herself out of the car. She opened up the back door and let Sunny out, who was more than happy to be stretching his legs. She watched as the dog sniffed around.
Apparently, they'd camped out in the city park. She remembered entering Texas last night. They'd taken an exit off the interstate, but she wasn't sure where they'd ended up.
Tana heard the passenger side door open and turned to see Dallas exiting the car. He now had his shirt from the day before back on. The blond sent her a nod by way of greeting.
"You hungry?" Dallas asked.
Tana's stomach grumbled. "Yeah," she responded. "Maybe we can find a diner or something."
"That sounds good," Dallas agreed, which surprised Tana. Most of their conversations the previous night consisted of them arguing about various things, mostly due to their extremely different upbringings. To Tana, Dallas was just another greaser hoodlum. To Dallas, Tana was a stuck up rich girl. What the both failed to realize was that they were more similar than they thought. The longing to be out of Tulsa tugged at them, the threat of danger imminent but inviting. They could already taste that great feeling of freedom, even if they'd only driven a few hours in the night.
But what Tana would never admit was that she was glad she got to know at least a little bit about Dallas, albeit he was reluctant to tell her much of his past. Even if most of their time together was spent insulting each other, Tana was more curious about the cowboy than anything. And Dallas could say practically the same thing.
Dallas let out a yawn. It was far too early for his liking. He moved around to the side of the car that Tana was leaned up against and he stood beside her. They watched as Sunny sniffed around excitedly, the new smells enticing him.
