Chapter Thirteen
The countryside outside Amsterdam was beautiful. I found the drive a refreshing change. A cool breeze. Salty air when we drove near the coastline. Broader vistas than I’d seen in weeks. We veered further inland to an area of perfectly kept farms, and I was surprised when the car suddenly made a screeching halt. Jackson had obviously missed the turn. He backed up several feet and we roared off down a long, narrow driveway.
“Where are we going?” I asked, feeling my tummy sour with a bout of nerves. A premonition?
“Visit some friends.”
“Is this s****l?”
“You dare ask?” He looked at me with biting judgment while I looked back sheepishly.
“Sorry.”
“Oh, you will be sorry.”
When Neil left, Jackson and I picked up where we had left off, almost as if nothing had changed b
