It was only when Carr tapped on her arm, interrupting her enthusiastic spiel about the various applications of the GPS units, that she followed his gaze to where the truck was parked. The sight of Cole striding easily across the grass toward her caused her breath to catch. He smiled as he came closer. “So, how’d it go?” Lacey could scarcely form a coherent thought. Late-afternoon sunlight slanted through the overhead trees and played across his features as he made his way toward her. A light breeze molded his T-shirt briefly against the smooth muscles beneath and then fluttered it away again. His eyes gleamed with warmth and pleasure, and Lacey found herself wondering if he would kiss her, the way he had when he’d left her that morning. Instead, he stopped just short of her and rested his hands easily on his hips. He made no move to touch her. She and Carr were standing near the entrance to the Rod and Gun Club, having wrapped up the last segment of the training just minutes earlier.
