Chapter Five
Kara
Lance insisted on driving me home. Just as well, because my hands still shook so much, I didn’t know if I could have even inserted the key in the ignition, let alone maneuvered the van back onto the road and down to town. He’d given his own keys to Michael so he could drive the Jeep. The tourists, shaken and quiet, had piled into the back of the van with such alacrity that I almost smiled, despite everything that had happened. Obviously, they were more than ready to get the hell out of Boynton Canyon.
At least no one even mentioned a refund. I’d had the thought in the back of my mind — in the part of my brain that didn’t feel like scrambled eggs, that is — that one of them might ask for their money back, since the tour had barely lasted ten minutes. However, everyone s
