BEHIND THE BAR, the comment book lay open to a blank page, reminding Jade of the guestbook she had kept in the pub at the Everest Base Camp. It wasn’t the same, though. The Rum Doodle in Kathmandu, Nepal, had no hostel. It was just a bar and restaurant—though a damn good one, if the way they pulled a pint of Galway Pradesh Stout was any indication.
That old guestbook stuck in Jade’s mind. She remembered watching Jay scrawl his name in it the day they first met.
Such distinct handwriting, she thought. I’d still know it anywhere.
After a year of wandering according to destiny and decision throughout India and Southeast Asia, she had followed the silver-and-gold tendrils to Nepal this time, the closest she had ever been to the Himalayas.
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