He frowned and reached out, lifting a lock of her hair off her shoulder. "Do you have mud in your hair?" "Probably," she said. "I was standing on the porch, appreciating the beauty of this nice spring morning when one end gave way and spilled me right into a big, nasty mud puddle. And I wasn't brave enough to try out the shower-it's beyond filthy. But I thought I got it all off." "Oh, man," he said, surprising her with a big laugh. "Could you have had a worse day? If you'd like, I have a shower in my quarters-clean as a whistle." He grinned again. "Towels even smell like Downy." "Thanks, but I think I'll just move on. When I get closer to the coast, I'm going to get a hotel room and have a quiet, warm, clean evening. Maybe rent a movie." "Sounds nice," he said. "Then back to Los Angeles?" She shrugged. "No," she said. She couldn't do that. Everything from the hospital to the house would conjure sweet memories and bring her grief to the surface. She just couldn't move on as long as she stayed in L.A. Besides, now there was nothing there for her anymore.
( Robyn Carr )
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