Whitaker ran around the vehicle, only to skid to a stop. Taylor followed behind her and saw what she saw. The SUV was riddled with bullets and even as...they looked at the damage, smoke started billowing from under the vehicle’s hood.“Shit,” She said, pulling out her phone. “I’ve gotta call this in.”She leaned against her car and started dialing a number. Taylor walked away and headed towards the apartment while she was on the phone. Trying the door, he was surprised to find it unlocked. Looking. "We're going to do that again lots of times." Her gold flecked eyes stared into mine."Yes ma'am," I said back, feeling goofy.She laughed again and went back to the stove.Oddly we didn't have all that much to say to each other over breakfast. I think we had communicated quite well the night before, and that was enough for then.I know it almost killed me to walk out of that kitchen. She didn't see me to the door. She kissed me one last time there in the kitchen."You have to go now," she insisted,. But our unspoken goal of meeting guys and losing it with someone really incredibly wasn't making any progress. Looking back it's easy to see how naïve and foolish we were, but at the time, we knew it all.That was why that evening as we hiked through the national park we were laughing and talking loudly as we shared our Southern Comfort. The camp was full, but the primitive sites were secluded so we weren't worried about disturbing anyone. We walked arm in arm, comfortable in our close. He had morning wood, but was able to hide that from her by turning his back while he put his clothes on. When he was clothed again, he turned, to find her eyes peering at him. The covers were pulled up to her nose.“Do you want something to eat?” he asked.She nodded.“Okay.” He started to move.“You,” she said.He stopped.“Me?”“You bring my breakfast.”“Okay. Got it. Thank you for being so understanding about this.”He left, closing the door firmly behind him. She turned her head to look at it. She.