"Laymon Richard - No Sanctuary" - читать интересную книгу автора (Laymon Richard)

'I called for a reason.'

'I thought it was just to interrupt my sleep.'

'You'll be passing some doughnut shops on the way over. Why
not pick up a dozen? We can eat them in the car. I'll fill a Thermos
with coffee.'

'Okay, fine.'

'See you later.'

'Half an hour. So long.' He hung up, swung the sheet away, and
sat on the edge of his bed.

We're actually going to do it, he thought. The realization made
him tight and shaky inside. Leaning forward, he propped his elbows
on his knees and stared at the floor.

It's today. Christ.

When they'd decided to make the trip, when they'd outfitted him,
even last night while he was packing, the journey seemed somehow
distant and vague, as if it were a concept, not an event that would
actually occur.

Like having a will drawn up, he thought. You do it, but you don't
quite figure on having any real need for it.

Then one fine morning . . .

You can still back out.

Hell I can.

Should've just refused when it first came up.

He had suggested alternatives: the MGM Grand in Las Vegas,
the Hyatt on Mauii, a tour of Ireland, a cruise on a luxury liner
to Acapulco, even a steamboat trip down the Mississippi. But Bert
had her heart set on backpacking in the Sierras. Somehow, she'd let
two years slip by without roughing it, and she needed time in the
wilderness. She had to go, with or without Rick.

And who would she go with, if not with Rick?

Myself, she'd answered. I find myself excellent company, but
you're pretty excellent, too.