“That’s what I thought about marriage and look how that turned out.”

“You’re also driving Route 66 for the first time and that’s turning out okay, isn’t it?”

Kathleen saw Martha smile at him.

After the drama of the night before, they’d developed an easy camaraderie. It seemed that her funny turn had forced them together in a way she’d failed to manage with her heavy-handed attempts at matchmaking.

Oh how well she remembered those days of flirtatious looks, the air heavy with sexual tension and anticipation.

It cheered her to think that although her own life might be a tangled mess, at least Martha’s was looking hopeful.

She focused on that, in the hope of calming the emotional turmoil churning inside her.

“How are you feeling, Kathleen?” Martha glanced in the mirror, asking the same question she’d asked at least ten times since leaving the motel.

“I’m alive,” Kathleen said. “I took my pulse to confirm it. You may continue, reassured.”

Martha grinned. “You sound like you again. Don’t you think so, Josh?”

“Yes.” He turned. “If you need to stop—”

“You’ll be the first to know.”

Dear boy. Although “boy” was hardly the right description. Josh was a man, and a fine specimen at that.

Like Martha, she was relieved he’d opted to travel with them a little longer, and not only because she hoped it might culminate in a little romance for Martha. Josh had proved himself to be steady and capable.

In some ways he reminded her a little of Brian, although Josh appeared to have a drive and ambition that her husband had lacked.

It hadn’t bothered her. She’d had drive and ambition enough for both of them.

After Adam, she’d never let herself become too close to anyone, and her job had facilitated that approach. Maybe that was part of the reason she’d chosen that line of work. Even before The Summer Seekers, she’d traveled around the country as part of her work.

And here she was, doing it again. Dwelling on the past.

Maybe it was a feature of age, that the past seemed more relevant than the future.

They stopped for lunch at a roadside diner, and Kathleen found she wasn’t hungry.

And of course Martha noticed.

“You’re not eating. You need to eat.”

“I ate a large breakfast.”

“You eat a large breakfast every day and it has never interfered with your lunch before. Can we order you something else?” Martha was obviously poised to fuss over her and Kathleen gave her what she hoped was a quelling look.

“If I feel the need for something else, I can order it myself.”

“I know.” Martha, never easily quelled, beamed at her. “But I thought I’d save you the bother.”

To avoid an argument, Kathleen nibbled a few pieces of salad.

Josh excused himself to go to the restroom and Martha leaned forward.