Chapter 38
Bobby shifted in the formerly comfortable seat of his new used car, trying to find a tolerable arrangement for his aching balls. That b***h Kim had surprised him, catching him in a damn vice grip worse than he’d ever experienced before, even during his youthful days of scrapping and fighting for fun.
Now the crampy sick aftereffects gave every sign of settling in for a good long visit.
The gift that kept on giving.
He took another sip of too-warm Coke, trying to settle the leaden nausea occupying his middle.
He’d managed to use the huge, detailed hiking map that covered Lightning Ridge Road—conveniently designed to tear out of the thick book and unfold—to find an old logging path a mile from the end of the long, twisting road on top of the ridge.
The car was parked at the
