Lorna Dantini has had a very reasonable year. Two divorces. One strategic unemployment. A camper van she bought on impulse. A thirty-pound dog named Sausage who rolls instead of walks. And a nineteen-year-old daughter in the passenger seat who has entirely too many opinions about her mother's life choices.
The plan is simple. Route 66. Florida. A little reinvention. Maybe figure out what a woman does with herself when the version of her life she'd been maintaining finally gives out entirely.
The plan does not include Beckett Landry.
She hasn't thought about him in years. Or that's what she tells Tracy, which is not entirely true. Beckett was her first real thing, the kind you don't fully shake, the kind that lives in the back of your memory and surfaces at inconvenient moments on lonely stretches of New Mexico highway. Junior college. Old Spice. The kind of comfortable she's never quite managed to find again.
He's in Arkansas now. She knows this the way you know things you weren't trying to know.
The van breaks down. Of course it does.
And somehow, in a small town off a road she wasn't planning to take, Lorna Dantini ends up exactly where she swore she wasn't going.
Funny, warm, and sneaking up on you from behind, Last Exit is a romance about a woman who thought she was driving away from her life and found out she'd been heading toward it all along.
