Chapter 23

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Over breakfast the next morning Hank said out of the blue, “So, you never said exactly what you were doing up here in the first place—I mean, since you work in the city.”

“Oh,” I said. “I was going to visit with friends of mine. They were spending their vacation at the Highlands Spa. I was going to stay for a week—if I liked the place.”

Hank nodded. “Yeah, I’ve heard of it. I hear it’s pretty good.” He grinned momentarily. “And you did take the wrong road.”

I smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, I kind of gathered. Ever stayed there?” I asked the question before catching myself, and I cringed inwardly.

But Hank just shook his head. “It’s out of my financial range.”

I nodded. “Anyway,” I said, somewhat desperately, “I guess it’s for city types, people who want to get away from the stress of office jobs, get back to nature for a while.” I gestured toward the window that was blazing with sunlight. “What would you need with that?”

“True,” he said, and laughed.