Chapter 3

“And you’ve had too much to drink,” Dean told him. He turned and walked away, leaving the young man staring after him as he walked back to his room. With the early closing time of one A.M. in this town, there was no sense in going to another bar now. He was tired anyway from his long drive that had taken two hours more than it should have. Tomorrow was another day. 2

Dean awoke the next morning to bright sunshine streaming in the window. It had been a stuffy night in the room. Opening the window had done little good, as it had been a warm night outside as well. He had finally fallen asleep around two A.M., but not before having the presence of mind to set the alarm on his watch for 8:30. The establishment where he was staying was supposed to serve a fantastic breakfast, and as he was trying to save money, he planned on making that the main meal of the day for every day of the vacation. He could already smell the enticing aromas making their way upstairs.