Primal by Lora Leigh

with the ticket agent? I hope they’ll give me a break if my mother vouches for me.” “Absolutely. I’ll book you on the next bus and be waiting for you at the station on this end. Give me ten minutes to make the purchase and then call.” “Thanks, Mom. You’re the best.” And she was. Juneau never minded the live up to your potential talks because her mother delivered them with warmth and concern, never nitpickery. But by this point, even her mom had accepted she would never fit the corporate mold. She went into the bathroom to wash her face and hands, and braid her hair. She used a thread unraveled from her tank top to tie it off. It was amazing what one could become accustomed to. In the mirror, her face looked thin and tired. She left the bathroom and headed up to the front counter. The woman seemed to recognize her by the slight smile. “I just talked to your mom. That hair’s unmistakable.” “I don’t have ID. I lost everything in Ecuador. Now I’m just trying to get home.” “Oh man. You’re a quake survivor.” The agent looked as though she wondered how the hell Juneau had wound up in Houston, but she didn’t ask. “It’s not a problem. You have twenty minutes until your bus arrives.” “Good timing. Thank you so much for this.” “Anytime. Enjoy your trip.” Well, that would take some doing since she had no money. But fasting for twenty-four wouldn’t do her any harm. Spiritual types did it all the time. The bus ride seemed interminable. She transferred in Dallas and then passed through Garl