CASEY WAS DRIVING BACK on Main Street, full of coffee and food and cat snuggles and Lee’s infectious laughter, when she spotted a group walking along the side of the road. Six boisterous North Face-clad bodies were talking animatedly up ahead as two more serious forms took up the rear. Ben’s lanky gait she would recognize anywhere, high on the balls of his toes with that telltale lean as he bent over to hear Janelle. The memory of his lips on hers flooded her in a rush that nearly took her breath away.
She pressed on the accelerator and roared by. Before she turned off for the campsite, she allowed herself one peek in the rearview mirror. But they were dark dots now, heading up the hill into town.
She parked next to Geller’s truck and met with him in the office. “Saw that Vassar group wa
