A Most Unusual RomanceChapter 11
The weather had been kind to us as we left the town of Cherokee and I had kept the Aston’s roof down. The road was cutting through the hills and valleys; before winding its way through the Great Smoky Mountains National Park in the Southern Appalachian Mountains. This was just what the Aston had been built for, and she purred around the bends and growled along the straights. We’d stopped south of Cherokee for a late breakfast at a little family dinner. We sat side by side in a booth and...