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Mandy’s butt had fused to the driver’s seat of her Honda. She was sure of it.
She guided the car around what seemed like the millionth hair-pin turn of the day, sighing as she shifted, trying to work some feeling into her numbed cheeks. Only five more minutes to go. Or at least, that was her best guess. Her traitorous GPS had given up on the journey half an hour ago, leaving her to navigate the Tennessee wilderness on her own. Her road trip from Nashville to the Great Smoky Mountains had already proven to be even longer than the time quoted on the directions she’d printed out as back-up – the sun was creeping lower and lower, and would set before long. The drive had eaten up most of the first day of her vacation, but the evening should be salvageable…if she could find her cabin.