Chapter Thirty-One
Beth
That first week was a blur, and I fought off information overload. Now I knew what Maria meant about eating when I could.
It was Sunday now and I had a bit of time for myself for a little prudent shopping to flesh out my wardrobe for the trip. He warned me we’d be going to places with snow, but I was limited to one large suitcase.
With six people sleeping on the bus, it was going to be crowded.
We were leaving at night for some insane reason.
I triple-checked my gear and prayed I hadn’t forgotten anything, butterflies dancing the rumba in my belly. Me, with five men my general age. In close quarters. For three months.
three monthsI fought off my body’s fourth attempt at a panic attack.
“Beth! Shake a leg!”
“Coming!” I tossed my laptop backpack over my shoul
