Letters to a Secret Lover
Chapter One
She had officially been driving forever. So long that her shoulders were sore, so long that her fingers felt as if they were locked around the wheel and would have to be pried loose if she ever stopped. And she would stop soon, one way or another. The gas needle was dangerously near E. She'd failed to notice that the last time she'd passed through a town, and she'd been sure another would pop up by now.
Like maybe the one she was heading for. Moose Falls, Montana.
Which, it appeared, lay in the complete middle of nowhere.
Thick, tall pine trees lined each side of the narrow, twisting two-lane highway—and they'd been pretty for a while, so warm and green and voluminous. Then it had gotten dark, and now they were closer to scary. Run out of gas here and you are so screwed.
Thank God for the CD player—from which John Mayer kept her awake and humming along—because she hadn't picked up a radio station in a long time. And she didn't even want to think about cell phone reception, or the lack thereof.
She'd staye ... read full excerpt from Letters to a Secret Lover ebook
