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For five years Karen Walker has carried her dead husband’s remains with her, never wishing to release him. She has never forgotten the love they shared or their faith in God. Every night, she would always read a chapter in the Bible to him. Now five years later, she continues to do the same, to the ashes that now reside in the urn by her bedside. She promised five years later to take the same trip they took before he died, this time he is in an Urn and her children are very concerned.
When her journey allows her to meet up with a hitchhiking stranger, Karen feels someone is guiding her to offer Ben Carrey a lift when she heads out to Arizona. While most people would ridicule her, she feels a higher power is urging her to trust this one man who could possibly change her life.
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Her barrage was met with silence. Just as she expected.
"Maybe Suzanne is right. Faith sometimes gets us nowhere. It all makes no sense! Would you have forgiven me so easily for dying so soon and leaving you to face the house alone, the children alone? Everything, Jason!"
There was a loud pop and the car started to swerve. Karen grasped tightly to the steering wheel. She eased her foot from the accelerator and slowly allowed the car to come to a slower pace.
"Whoa, did you feel that Jason? I didn't mean to make you mad. I didn't mean what I said about anything. I know you weren't responsible. Please forgive my hasty words." A heavy sigh fell from her lips. "I hope it's not a flat. Better pull over and check it out."
She pulled onto the shoulder. After unbuckling her seatbelt, she looked out the mirrors to see if there were any approaching cars. That was a laugh, nothing out this way.
"This really could have waited, Jason. You know how sparks shoot from my mouth when things are on my mind."
Karen walked around the car, looking at the tires. The rear right was flat. She knelt for a closer inspection and noticed a nail poked through the rubber.
"Great." She stood up and arched her back. "I might as well get started; it's not going to get changed on its own."
"You look like you could use some help."
The voice was friendly, yet a resounding alarm zinged through Karen's nerves. Where had it come from? Not many cars drove this stretch of the interstate and suddenly there was this voice?
"Sorry, Miss, I didn't mean to startle you," the voice said, softly.
Miss? She hadn't been called that it years. Karen slowly turned, hoping to discover the voice came with a body and not out of thin air. Her kids already questioned her sanity; she didn't want to think there might be something to it.
A man with light brown hair slowly approached. "I was sitting over there by the rocks." He motioned behind him and pointed with his thumb.
Karen raised her sunglasses to rest on top of her head, her eyes widened despite the glare. He wore blue jeans, ones that fit him extremely well. And his blue short sleeve shirt really emphasized his muscles and broad shoulders. It was apparent this man took care of himself. He removed his sunglasses to wipe away the sweat that had beaded on his forehead and around his eyes.
Karen found herself gazing up. He must have been around six feet. His eyes were a unique shade. Not quite blue, not quite aqua -- maybe aquamarine? They were just different, and nice to look at. She had to shake off the strange tingling sensation -- she'd felt nothing like it in years -- and force herself to stop staring.
"Sorry." He extended a hand. "I'm Ben Carrey."
She smiled. "Ben..."
Certainly not the kind of man she looked for out on this open road. But this Ben still was a nice little specimen to stumble upon. Given the way his arm muscles lengthened when he extended his hand, she was sure he worked out. She couldn't really make out his age, maybe in his twenties or thirties, but rather nice looking. Karen what are you thinking? Have you forgotten Jason? She giggled nervously and shook her head.
"Is it funny?" He wiped some more wet beads from his face, then rested his sunglasses atop his head.
"Sorry." She extended her hand to accept his handshake. "I'm Karen Walker." There was that tingling feeling again. She was amazed at how calm she felt with this stranger, and for some reason the sound of his voice was most relaxing.
"What a sweet and tender romance. It actually hits close to home as my mother is a young widow and even though my father was her one true love, her children can only hope that there is another chance at love for her. In The Last Long Journey Ms. Lattimer shows concern from both Karen’s children as well as Karen’s own thoughts and tells a wonderful story you will not want to miss out on."
"Ms. Linda Lattimer has, once again, done what she does best. As a follower of this author, I grab her books whenever I can. She consistently delivers the substance her readers expect... This story was poignant and emotionally charged. The action was non-stop and heart-gripping. It was so easy to get wrapped up in all aspects of the storyline and refuse to stop turning pages... This inspirational romance addressed many normally taboo subjects. There were many changes, as well as surprises, to this story by the ending. This HEA was hard-earned and almost magical. I highly recommend you read this book. Great job, Linda!"
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