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CHAPTER ELEVEN
THE ROAD FELT familiar, but this trip was very different
from the one down the mountain, when road conditions
had still been difficult and Fiona had been so aware that
she was responsible for the lives of the eight teenagers
with her. Behind the wheel of her own car, the pavement
bare, it seemed no time before she left the placid Willamette
Valley behind and began the climb into the
forested foothills of the Cascade Mountains. As each
mile passed, her apprehension and anticipation ratcheted
higher and tangled together.
She meant something to John, Fiona kept reassuring
herself. She wasn’t alone in feeling this powerful connection,
or at least attraction. He had gone to a lot of
effort to maintain the e-mail correspondence with her.
The e-mails held a whole lot more meaning when she
knew he’d had to drive a hundred miles round trip to
send each one. She might not have had the courage to
make this trip if he’d been able to casually reply whenever
he had nothing better to do. The effort required, the
fact that he’d driven down the mountain twice a week
when clearly he preferred to avoid town, that gave her
confidence.