The Way Back
“Heavy rain drops falling at a rapid pace. The word deluge would not be an inappropriate descriptor. It wasn’t helping the headache she was nursing as the effects of the alcohol wore off and the hangover took hold.
Shifting, she glanced between the two front seats to see the clock on the dashboard. Barely after midnight. So much for being tough. Not much of that to be seen in the midst of the cold and fear.
And loneliness.
Great plan, Gabby. Come to Maine. Meet the legendary Jamison Hunter. Get him to write a book. No, even better, write the book yourself. Then maybe everyone will love you again.
What a joke. Instead she’d done nothing more than annoy him for a couple of days, get herself kicked out of a respectable bed and breakfast and his home. Not that it had been anything she’d done, she told herself.
Naked and underneath me.
The words had naturally stunned her.
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