Chapter 2
They crept along the highway for another few miles. An exit sign came into view. It was partially covered with snow.
“Can you read it?” Henry asked.
“I think it says Crossville.”
“Ever been there?”
“No.”
Henry sighed. “Me either. Well, we’ll just have to take our chances that there’ll be a motel.”
Henry half-hoped that if they found lodging, there would be a shortage of rooms because of the storm, thus forcing the two men to share one. The thought of spending the night in a motel with this handsome young man both excited and frightened Henry. He closed his mind to the fantasies which were emerging.
Henry did his best to find the exit ramp, which was buried in deep drifts. At the end of the ramp a sign read, Crossville nine miles. Henry took another steadying breath and tu
