Chapter 231: Adam

Adam drove down the street towards the clinic, singing along lustily to the song on the radio.

I had a barbeque stain on my white t-shirt

She was killin' me in that mini skirt

Skipping rocks on the river by the railroad tracks

She had a suntan line and red lipsti -

"What the hell?" he exclaimed, his eyes focusing on a bright red antique convertible parked in front of the clinic. He turned down the radio and then squinted into the bright August sunshine. It wasn't a car that he recognized and as many miles as he put on his truck, driving around the area, checking on animals...

That was really saying something.

As he pulled in next to it, he noticed the Utah license plates. Definitely not from around here, then. Why were they stopping at his clinic? A hurt pet while on the road? The Long Valley area was a tourist destination, sure, but the Whitaker Veterinarian Clinic was definitely not on the list of the Top 10 Things You Must Do While in Idaho.