We turn off the main road and head down a dirt road. I’ve never been this way before. It’s private property, according to the passive-aggressive signs pinned to a post at the entrance, and as far as I can tell, it’s just open fields and overgrown woods.

“Are we allowed down here?” I ask, adrenaline starting to tell me this is going to be exciting. I’ve gone from barely leaving my or Hazel’s house to trespassing in the space of twenty-four hours.

Owen laughs. “Caleb’s family owns it, so I would think so.”

Hazel’s wide eyes meet mine, and her expression is screaming marry him. She’s buzzing over this. I knew he had money; he drives around in expensive cars and wears nice clothes, but I didn’t realize he owned a lot of land.

Sure, Caleb is good-looking, duh, and knowing that he might like me back is making my heart leap with excitement and nerves. But I’m certainly not thinking about marrying him just because he’s rich.

Relaxing into the seat, I look out the window. We’re surrounded by acres and acres of cornfields. The light splattering of trees around start to get thicker just outside of town until it turns into forest.

I watch the clock on the dashboard. There’s plenty of time until I need to be home; my parents are just happy I’m getting out. But I don’t know how far we’re going and how long Caleb intends to stay there.

“Where do you hang out, then? You know, to avoid high schoolers?” I ask Owen, earning a chuckle from Caleb.

“There’s a place here that we’ve kind of fixed up a little.” He turns to Caleb. “I feel like we’re committing some sort of sin bringing them here.”

I roll my eyes.

“You’ll get over it, buddy,” Caleb replies flatly.

He turns around. “No offense. We just have rules.”

This should be good. “And what rules are they?”

“No outsiders.”

“Hazel and I are outsiders.”

“Caleb’s breaking the rules, not me.”

Caleb keeps his eyes on the bumpy road and shrugs.

Owen chuckles. “Right. You actually like her.”

“Can you shut up now, Owen?” Caleb growls.

I press my lips together because I can feel the strength of a smile fighting to come through.

We drive for a few more minutes in silence before pulling up at a decent-sized, single-story building made of brick and metal siding. It’s one level but easily bigger than my house.

“You built this?” I ask.

Caleb cuts the engine. “No, it’s been here for years. We renovated the inside a while ago, so we’d have somewhere to go. In case you haven’t noticed, there isn’t a lot to do around here.”

Oh, I’ve noticed.