She peered at the map on the car’s navigational display and zoomed out so she could get some perspective. “It’s a long way,” she ventured. “Two hundred seventy-five miles. Let’s see, that would be just over four hundred kilometers.” Lars reached across the console and grasped her hand. “We will be driving through some of the most beautiful country in the world, unfortunately it is growing dark. Our journey will not take long. Maybe five hours. We are meeting Garen tomorrow at noon at the Jackson Hole airport.” “Sure and I wondered why we were going to a ski resort.” “Depending on what you’d like to do, I had thought we could stop for the night in Riverton. That is just over a hundred sixty kilometers.” He glanced fondly at her, his strong-boned face illuminated by the dash lights. “That way, the most stunning part of our drive will occur in daylight.” “And we’ll have a few hours to ourselves.” She squeezed his hand.
