And right after her boss had warned her they’d soon be eliminating one of only two account director positions, putting her career in serious jeopardy. Yet life would have been easier if this hadn’t happened right when Conrad/Phelps, the small but prestigious Chicago ad firm where Rachel had worked since college, was about to downsize.
Her grandma, Edna, was lonely again, thus claiming she needed help with the fall apple harvest – and Rachel’s number had come up. It was bad enough she was headed back to her hometown of Destiny, Ohio, a place she’d never planned to return. Well, okay, it hadn’t imploded just yet, but signs of imminent collapse were everywhere lately. One day life was great, near perfect, and you thought you had it all figured out – and then the next: massive implosion! But Mick’s gravelly voice, reminding her that you can’t always get what you want, had just the opposite effect. Flooring it on a straight stretch, she turned up the radio, trying to let the Rolling Stones drown out her thoughts. Rachel Farris came speeding down the dusky two-lane highway toward Destiny just as fast as she’d left town almost fifteen years ago.
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