The ranger smirked at the sight of her store-fresh backpack and then eyed her tennis shoes. “You want me to check back mid-week?”
No distractions. That had been the point of this whole week. No kids, no husband—no interruptions. “I’ll be fine.”
She lugged the five-gallon water jug up the fire tower stairs as the ranger rumbled away on his AWD. She didn’t notice the leak until morning. By then, five days’ worth of water had spilled across plank floor.
That was four days ago. Her parched lips cracked as her mouth tightened in a grimace. How long could a person go without water, anyway?
She thought of Tilly, sticky fingers tugging at her sleeve: Tell me a story.
She thought of Robert, popping in her office for the hundredth time: Would you like a cup of tea?
What she wouldn’t give for such sweet distraction now.
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