There was a little bar and restaurant across the street and the neon sign flashed off and on letting patrons know it was open. It looked like a little hole-in-the-wall kind of place, but Hope’s stomach grumbled, despite the fact she was exhausted from the five hour drive. Turning and grabbing her purse and jacket off the bed, she left her room and walked across the parking lot. The smell of the fresh rainfall clung in the air. She had stopped at this motel—one that was quaint, small, but kind of homey. There would probably not be a more known hotel in town, at least not one she noticed when she had been researching the place. A few cars drove by and she hurried across the street once they passed. A few Harleys were parked in front of the bar, along with some trucks and a couple beat-up cars. She tightened her jacket around herself, and although it wasn’t really cold outside the fresh storm and the wind blowing by had a chill in the air. Hope couldn’t help but think about that man she had seen on the side of the road.
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