Evie's POV

We drove in silence for twenty minutes before I realized I had nowhere to go.

My apartment—technically Mom's apartment that she'd been paying for—was probably swarming with reporters by now. The campus was out of the question. Even Ryder's penthouse would be a target.

"Where are we going?" I asked as he turned onto a highway I didn't recognize.

"Somewhere we can think," he said, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel.

The 'somewhere' turned out to be a small motel on ...