Of course I trusted her, but whenever she got that whimsical look in her eye, I knew she was up to no good. The woman had a radar for things I loved and could usually pick up on them before I did. Still, waking up before the crack of dawn and being asked to pack a few essentials, I had to wonder what we were getting ourselves into. I knew better than to ask questions. If I refused to go along with her game, I'd probably regret it later. So, after throwing our bags in the back, I sat in the driver’s seat and followed the less-than-enthusiastic voice on the GPS. Terry stared out her window and picked at a fingernail, all the while completely oblivious to my noticing it. Out of all the trips she’d planned, I’d never known her to be nervous. I was usually the one wiggling in my chair with knots in my stomach. I reached across the console and took her hand in mine. I gave it a squeeze, and when she met my gaze, I offered her a reassuring smile. “It can’t be that bad.” She returned my smile, but it was forced.
