It seemed Chris could almost feel my discomfort. “Come on then,” he said cheerily, gesturing for us to get in the Land Rover. “Anna’s going to sit in the front with me so the rest of you lovebirds can canoodle in the back.”
We all clambered aboard the Land Rover, where I settled into the front passenger’s seat. Chris sat behind the wheel in the driver’s seat on the right side.
The three couples sat on long leather bench seats that lined the vehicle in three tiers, ascending toward the back, like spectators on stadium bleachers awaiting a show. There were thick woolen blankets in case we got cold.
Chris ran through some additional instructions and words of caution: “Please stay in the Land Rover, and no sudden movements or loud noises.”
Feelings of excitement and nervousness fluttered i
