CHAPTER 21
Rain splattered the windows of the coach as Sara awoke to look at the North Yorkshire moors. Grant was still asleep, but when she lifted her head from his chest he woke up.
“Morning,” she said kissing him lightly on the lips.
“Any idea where we are?” asked Grant.
“I think we’re near my home,” she replied. “The moors look familiar.”
“If you’re right we’re only a couple of hours from the border.”
“I hope we get there soon,” said the teenager. “I’m starving.”
Grant reached into the holdall and fished out the two packets of sandwiches.
“Chicken or prawn?” he asked.
She chose chicken. He thought how refreshing it was to be with someone who made up their mind, knew what they wanted. If he’d asked Jill the same question she would have said she didn’t mind. Perhaps that had bee
