Hill, Gerri: Angel Fire

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Cameron paused at the highway, looking to the right where they would take Highway 64 into the mountains of Colorado. She glanced over at Andrea, who sat with Lola in her lap. She took her hands off the steering wheel and sighed.

“I’m tired, Andi. Tired of this life.”

Andrea smiled at her. “Yes, I know you are, sweetheart. So where do you want to settle? What sleepy little mountain town do you want to call home?”

Cameron shrugged. “Maybe we don’t have to settle down right away. Maybe…we could…you know, buy our own RV. We could travel with the seasons. I wouldn’t mind spending the winter on some beach.”

“So this life you’re tired of…it’s just the FBI, not traveling?”

“This case took its toll on me. Chasing Angel through the mountains on foot—hell, I’m not as young as I used to be.”

“Is that all it is, Cameron?”

Cameron shook her head. “No.” She sighed. “I don’t feel like I have the drive anymore. I’m tired of it all. I’m tired of guns, of violence. I want some peace. I don’t want to have to dread it every time the phone rings and wonder where Murdock is going to send us next.”

Andrea reached across the console of the motorhome and laid her hand against her thigh, squeezing lightly.

“Then let’s do it. We’ve got quite a bit of money in savings,” Andrea said. “The last few years, it’s not like we’ve had living expenses.” She smiled. “Well, other than pizza.”

“Very funny.” Cameron covered Andrea’s hand with her own. “Do you mean it? You want to go see the sights with me? Be tourists for a while?”

“Yes. I’d go anywhere with you, Cameron.”

Cameron brought Andrea’s hand up and kissed it gently. She’d been so afraid Andi would say no.

“So we’ll travel around and when we find the perfect little mountain town, we’ll settle. How’s that?”

Andrea laughed. “Sounds like a plan.”

“Good.” Cameron finally pulled the rig out onto the highway, feeling free. “Now we just have to tell Murdock.”

“I’m going to miss the motorhome though.”

“We’ll get another one, just not this big.” Cameron chanced a quick look at her. “Can I get a dog too?”

Andrea’s eyebrows shot up. “Do you think Lola will allow that?”

Cameron’s gaze settled on Lola, who was perched importantly in Andrea’s lap. The black cat turned and pierced her with what appeared to be accusing eyes.

“Probably not,” she said with a laugh. “I think we’ll get one anyway.”

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