Chapter FiveThe trip back to Golden Grove seemed to take about twice the time it usually did. Sam gripped the wheel of his car, staring straight ahead at the unbending twin asphalt lanes of Highway 88. If he were in a writing mood, he'd say he was looking down the abyss at the black empty road of his future.
Okay, maybe it won't be that bad. He nodded to himself, trying to stoke his courage. He'd had to do a lot of things in his professional career for the money before. That ghostwriting job for the hockey player who could barely write his name. Copy writing for organic baby food. Editing the friend-of-a-friend's hopelessly horrible romance book. And his stint as Adelaide, of course.
But this? Being forced to work on a book with his old girlfriend? The woman who was almost his wife? His
