CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
As Sally Marino ordered a much-too-expensive margarita in the swank clubhouse at the Delphi RV Resort, she wondered …
Oh, God.
Have I made a terrible mistake?
Earlier in the day back at that truck stop, she’d told that man, Pete, that she was coming to this exclusive campground. In fact, she had planned no such thing. But she’d come here anyway, just because she’d said she would.
What on earth had she been thinking?
I was just trying to impress him, she thought with a sigh.
As soon as she’d seen him sitting at that table, she had really liked the looks of him—or more specifically his expensive Rolex watch and the fancy Winnebago he was driving. She’d gone straight over to his table and introduced herself. She’d even told him a lot about herself.
The problem was
