“Hey.” She tried to grab it back but he jerked it out of reach. “Do you mind?”

“‘My Route 66 Bucket List,’” he read. “Is this for real?”

The nerve of this guy. “Give it back.”

“You wrote this list?”

“My sister did. Not that it’s any of your business.”

“And she is . . . where?”

“Dead.” Joy swallowed and briefly looked away.

Dylan’s expression softened. A shadow flashed across his face. “I’m sorry,” he said gently.

“It happened a long time ago.” She gestured for the list. “May I have that back, please? It’s important.”

His eyes narrowed and he studied the ruled paper. “So . . . what’s the deal? She died and you’re completing her bucket list? That’s cool. I can respect that,” he said. Joy didn’t detect any sarcasm. She could almost forgive him for stealing it. Then he had to go and read it. Out loud.

“‘Drive across country in a convertible.’” He looked out the window. “That your Bug out there?”

“The white one? Yes.” She wiggled her fingers for the list.

“Nice car. Suits you. Heading east or west?”

“East.”

“Going to Chicago?”

“Through. I’m moving to New York,” she said with a burst of nervous excitement. Moving cross-country was a big step. Marrying Mark an even bigger step. She showed him her left hand. “My fiancé lives there.” Maybe Dylan would catch a clue with the flash of glittery carbon. She was committed. He was being too forward. All up in her business and in her face when he had no right to be.

“Relationships are a complicated mess. You’ll never see me getting married.” Dylan made a noise in his throat, then dipped his gaze back to the list. “‘Do something spontaneous. Do something daring. Do something dangerous.’ Oh, I like that one. What do you think you’ll do?”

“No clue. Give it back,” she asked, heart racing faster than the speedsters on the highway zipping past the diner. She glanced around, embarrassed. Was anybody hearing this?

He dramatically cleared his throat behind a fist. “‘Sleep under the stars. Dance in the rain. Make a new friend.’” He stopped and frowned again. “How come ‘fall in love’ is crossed off?”

“I’m already in love. Fiancé, remember?” She waggled her ring finger.

“Where is said fiancé?”

“New York.”

His brows drew together in concern. “He didn’t fly out to drive with you?”

“No.” And he didn’t need to know that Mark had asked to join her. This trip was one she had to do without him. Mark didn’t know about Judy’s list or why she felt compelled to complete it: Judy couldn’t. But if getting through this bucket list and Judy’s other goal lists helped Joy atone for a series of mistakes that had cost her sister her life, maybe Joy could make up for the hurt she’d caused. Maybe she wouldn’t feel so ashamed.