“Hot tubs. I’m insisting on hot tubs. I don’t care how much it costs.”

Janette was tempted to find the most expensive hotels in each city out of spite. On a teacher’s salary, that just wasn’t realistic. The idea of finding an affordable hotel in Vegas was even more daunting than trying to space out their days of driving across the country. And there was no way they were staying with their daughter and her twenty-something aged roommates. College-age kids were notorious for partying and staying up too late. Janette needed her beauty sleep. This would be a dream vacation.

If Janette could manage to get along with her husband.

She and Chandler had been married for twenty-four years. Long enough to know everything about each other and stay married in spite of their idiosyncrasies. They were also a couple of opinionated hotheads who both wanted the last word in every argument. And there were many, many arguments. Not fights. Just spats. Annoyances. Jabs. Digs.

Chandler just didn’t understand Janette. He thought she lived in fantasyland, writing romantic stories about imaginary people. He never read anything she published, so he didn’t appreciate her talent. In spite of their differences, Chandler was the person from whom Janette craved acceptance.

He was her romantic inspiration. Even with his receding hairline and expanding waistline, he was still smoking hot. He probably didn’t even realize how much she was still attracted to him after all these years.

If only he’d give her a second glance.

A seventy-hour road trip across the United States ought to help. What could possibly go wrong?

Disclaimer: no Corvettes were destroyed in the creation of this book!