Chapter Nine
Ten minutes later they found a place where a
trail led off from the side of the road up a hill. The climb was
longer and steeper than she anticipated, but the view compensated.
From the top, they could see out over a lovely valley with a stream
at the bottom.
They settled on a large, flat rock, well away
from the edge, and Jason unpacked the food.
“I don’t think James Bond would deign to eat
convenience-store sandwiches,” Kristie commented.
“I think I remember one story where he had to
eat bugs or snails or something to impress some native tribe.”
“Actually I think that was Indiana
Jones.”
“Same idea.”
“Anything for the job?” she asked.
“Almost. I draw the line at anything that’s
still wiggling.”
Kristie bit into the sandwich and they ate in
silence for a wh
