Nate frowned. “Does the loom symbol mean anything to you?”
I shook my head. “There’s a motel down the road. Let’s get you settled with drugs for your head. I’ll do research.”
“So, you hunt me down like a beast with a scent, and figure everything’s back to normal?”
“I thought you’d be done sulking. It’s not like I had it any easier than you on our last…adventure.”
He glared. “Fine, but you’ll tell me how you ended up with enough mojo to deflect whatever that was on the road.”
I had twenty miles to figure out a decent lie.