TITLE: Spring Chickens
GENRE: Contemporary Romance
I'm not running away.
The thought scrolled through her head like one of those LCD displays they use at the bank to display interest rates. Lynne Prescott flexed her fingers in an effort to pry them from the death grip she had on the steering wheel since heading south from Springfield, Missouri. Taking care of the task at hand was the only thing of interest to her.
I'm not running away, I'm just taking care of business.
She eased her foot off the accelerator and checked the GPS display again. A few unmarked streets cross-hatched the cartoonish ribbon of highway depicted on the map. Blank spaces of pale yellow represented the dormant fields that had been her constant companions since she steered her way out of the Ozark National Forest.
I'm not running away. If I were running away, I'd have gone
someplace...better. Like...Tahiti. Miles of powdery sun-bleached beaches, turquoise water, and those sexy little bungalows with the thatched roofs....
Lynne snorted and shook her head, too aware the only thing more pathetic than checking into one of those romantic little bungalows alone would be whipping an A.A.R.P. membership card out of her wallet and demanding a ten percent discount on said bungalow.
No, I'm not running away. I'm doing what I should have done long ago.