Her cell phone buzzed and beeped, and Chloe damn near threw it out the window. Useless piece of garbage. She was late, late, late, and she was bound to be later. She'd miscalculated, believing she could continue on her quest and still make it to dinner on time. But she hadn't counted on the weather, which had changed from rain to sleet and ice, and she'd crept the last few miles in a sweat of tension, wondering which way to turn. She was almost at Alex's-----and Brody's, she hoped----and there was no way to make it to dinner now. Should she continue? Or should she turn back now and at least try to find an area to call Anthony and explain.
A moment of tense decision passed while the car nosed forward, its tires feeling loose and slippery against the surface of the asphalt. She was so close
