Chapter 16
As if Owen could read his thoughts, he spoke up. “Want to follow me over? Or ride with me?”
“It’s probably easier if I take my own car.”
“There’s a little diner around the corner. Kind of a hole in the wall, but they’re open twenty-four hours and they sell breakfast food all day.” Owen grinned. “I could eat bacon twenty-four/seven,” he admitted, his cheeks pinking.
Charlie smiled. “Bacon. A man after my own heart.”
They made small talk as they walked out to the nearly empty parking lot and found their cars within two spaces of each other.
“Just follow me,” Owen said as he slid into his driver’s side.
“Okay. See you in a few,” Charlie answered as he climbed into his own car, once again wishing he had his Harley. He hated this small car, but it got him where he needed to go.