you all right?” Chance asked, peeling the kitten’s claws out of his shirt and skin.
For a long moment, Jillian didn’t respond. Finally, she said, “I’m okay.” She turned to Chance. “What was that?”
“I don’t know, but let me take a look.” He climbed out of the Jeep and checked the road in the area. He found a boulder the size of big watermelon on the edge of the road ahead. When he got back to the Jeep, Jillian stood at the edge of the cliff.
Seeing her so close to the drop-off made Chance nervous. He circled her waist with his arm and eased her back. “Do you want me to drive?”
“I can do it,” she said, but her body trembled and her gaze remained on the edge of the cliff. “If we hadn’t stopped we’d have hit that boulder or...”
“But you did stop and we didn’t do either.” He turned her to face him and brushed a strand of her silky blond hair back from her cheek. “Come on. Molly was making fresh bread. I haven’t had fresh bread since...well, hell. I don’t think I’ve ever had fresh bread. Mom wasn’t much of a cook because she worked full-time.”
He guided her back to the Jeep and settled her in the passenger seat. Then he took the wheel and eased away from the cliff and back onto the right side of the road. The rest of the trip was completed in silence, with Chance focusing all of his attention on what little he could see of the road in front of him.
Devil’s shroud was an accurate description of the fog. But what had been the white aberration that had nearly caused them to fly off the edge of the cliff?
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