The Promise of Sunsets by Elizabeth Dolan-Cancian
Excerpt from Chapter Seven:
As the couple drove through the busy streets of Manhattan, Joe
assumed his tour bus-driver persona. He was an animated
speaker, and Abby worried that he wasn’t paying attention. She snapped
and said sharply, “I don’t care about the damned city. Keep your eyes on
the road!” She wanted to take back the words the moment they’d spilled
from her lips.
“I’ve put thousands of miles on the road. I can drive, damn it!” he
“It’s just that every time we come into the city, you tell me the same
“I’ve told you about the church before?”
He reached over to take her hand, and she unconsciously pulled it
away. “Fine. Don’t hold my hand,” he said.