17
When they woke in each other’s arms, the afternoon had cooled around them. They were gentle with each other. Kind. Bill pulled on his cold, wet pants with only a minor shiver of disgust and returned with fresh clothes from their duffels in the car. They rode in comfortable silence, hadn’t spoken since they had woken.
Trisha once again took care of him, getting him in the passenger seat. He felt better, but worse. He felt… Yeah, another lousy start to another lousy sentence he’d never know how to finish.
At the edge of Richmond, right after crossing the bridge, she broke the silence.
“Where is she?”
Crap! No question who Trisha was asking about. “Tenacious” was an understatement for this woman. Well, he knew by now that arguing was pointless. He waved east along Main Street and coll
