A Turn in the Road by Debbie Macomber Page B

“There’s all kinds of small lakes, but I heard someone mention one called Snow Water Lake. I don’t remember who, but they said it was absolutely pristine. We could have a picnic there.”
    â€œSounds like a great plan,” Ruth concurred. “I’d like to stretch my legs and be somewhere cool and refreshing.”
    Bethanne agreed, content to let Annie handle the details.
    They purchased sandwiches, sodas and chips in Wells, Nevada, and turned off the interstate onto Highway 93. They gassed up there, too. Bethanne decided to continue driving. The car turned over a couple of times before starting, which worried her, but she didn’t have a problem after that.
    The two-lane highway was far more relaxing; it was a relief not to have to deal with so much traffic. She drove at a moderate speed and absorbed what she could of the scenery.
    â€œI do prefer highway travel over the interstate,” Ruth said after a while. “There’s more character along the highway.” She gave an exaggerated shudder. “I can only imagine the lecture we’d get if Grant or Robin ever heard about this.”
    â€œI’m not going to tell them,” Bethanne reassured her.
    â€œWe’re gonna have to tell Dad we’re in Vegas, though,” Annie said.
    Despite the thought of Grant’s disapproval, Bethanne smiled. She could guess what he’d say once he learned that they were visiting Sin City. And while she was there, Bethanne fully intended to have fun. She wasn’t much of a gambler, but there’d be shows to see and casinos to visit. She’d heard so much about them. The Wynn, Mandalay Bay, the Venetian…
    â€œCan we spend more than one night in Vegas?” Annie asked.
    â€œWe can take as long as we like with one stipulation,” Ruth told her. “I have to be in Florida before my reunion.”
    â€œNo problem, Grandma. I’ll make sure we’re exactly where you need to be with time to spare.”
    Bethanne wasn’t quite sure how Annie had taken over their itinerary, but she didn’t object. And apparently neither did Ruth. Although she’d hoped to have a chance to think, consider her options, decide what she really wanted, it felt good to simply enjoy this time with her daughter and mother-in-law. Ex -mother-in-law—but who cared?
    There was nothing pressing on either the home front or at the office. She’d talked to Julia and been assured that all was well at Parties.
    As for Grant… Reuniting with him wasn’t a decision she had to make this week or the next. That, too, could wait. She’d give them six months to become reacquainted. In six months she’d see how the relationship had progressed. What she found most difficult was how badly her family—well, Annie and Ruth—wanted her to go back to Grant. In a perfect world she’d fall in love with her ex-husband again and they’d all return to being the ideal family they’d once been. Except maybe it hadn’t been so ideal… Besides, this was far from a perfect world and there was more to consider than making Annie and Ruth happy.
    She wasn’t sure how long they drove; she didn’t look at the dashboard clock or her watch. The scenery was engaging and kept herattention. Thankfully, the rental car was air-conditioned because the Nevada heat was brutal, even in the mountains.
    â€œOkay, Mom, slow down,” Annie eventually said, studying the map. “The turnoff for Snow Water Lake should be coming up soon.”
    Bethanne would have missed the arrow if Ruth hadn’t pointed it out. “How far is the lake from the road?” she asked Annie, turning off the highway onto the narrow paved road.
    â€œIt’s hard to tell on the map, but it can’t be more than a few miles. Five at the most.”
    That seemed reasonable, although she had to wonder if they were heading toward a designated picnic area or invading