Jake couldn’t quite avoid holding his breath as he passed the city limits sign for Provo, but the borrowed truck he drove didn’t give any indication that it intended to cause the same problem it had on his outward bound journey. Still, he stopped there for gas and a quick bite, knowing he was going to push on to Flagstaff no matter what. He’d left Riverton at seven in the morning, giving a sleepy Addie a quick kiss before grabbing his things and heading out. With minimal stops — and no car trouble — he figured he’d be home by nine that night at the latest.
You’ll need to stop thinking of it as “home,” he reminded himself as he pulled back onto Interstate 15. Riverton is going to be home now.
That thought sent a pang through him, even though he’d only been telling Addie the truth when he’
