Cole had shared that his family owned a small cabin near the Nevada-California border in the mountains. It sounded private and beautiful, just what I wanted. Pete had yet again given me time off. I was probably close to losing my job, but I couldn’t bring myself to care with everything else that was going on. Chief seemed to sense that we were embarking on some sort of adventure and happily panted his way through the drive. We both would have loved to take the bike, but we had the dog and too much stuff. I might have slightly over packed. But Cole had just chuckled as he hauled my huge suitcase into the back of the truck. It was a beautiful fall day and I hoped it would be warm enough to lay out in the sunshine. I smiled blissfully as we headed up into the mountains, Cole’s hand on my thigh. It took us just over two hours to get into town, where we stopped at a local grocery store to load up on supplies before we headed to the cabin. It was late afternoon as the truck left the paved road and began to kick up gravel as we headed down the private lane to the cabin on the outskirts of town.
