Chapter Twenty-Two
The bus broke down three times between Glad Beach and the Portland Airport. It was normally a two hour trip to the airport but had become at least three hours. So Gilligan’s Island.
She wished they had been lost on a desert island. It had to be better than wrecking someone’s life by telling them the man they’re about to marry doesn’t love them. Why did I agree to help Bryce? For the tenth time since they started on this trip she thought he should tell Cinnamon he didn’t love her and didn’t want to marry her. She winced. But I said I’d help and I really want to prove to him I’m his friend, so I’ll play along for now.
The very large, very angry driver had begun to eye Cinnamon and Sax suspiciously. Sax squirmed under the woman’s gaze. She must think they were o
