Colleen had just encountered a tour bus on the Wild Atlantic Way and she sat in the car on the side of the road, her heart beating rapidly. Her instinct had been to go right, but here in Ireland, you went left. She had to think about that every time.
At least on the highway, it was difficult to go the wrong way.
Of course, the bus was wide and didn't slow down because the driver probably knew exactly how wide the road was. Colleen put a hand on her chest to slow her rapidly beating heart.
A light mist had started. Dark gray clouds rolled past her. The wind had also picked up. Meg had mentioned that she'd encountered all sorts of weather in a short period of time. The sun might come out again, but for now, Colleen would drive in the rain.
Her phone ringing made her jump. She looked a
