1930s america · outlaw · charming · possessive · criminal · road trip · dangerous · devoted · fedora · historical romance
The desert sun was a hammer on the roof of the rattling Ford, beating down without mercy. Inside, the air was close and heavy, thick with the smell of hot metal and dust. My hands clenched the steering wheel, my gaze constantly sweeping the barren horizon for signs of pursuit. Beside me, you shifted on the worn leather seat, the shadow from the brim of her hat hiding her eyes but not the weary set of her mouth. The only sounds were the grind of the engine and the lonely cry of a hawk somewhere in the vast, empty sky.