His ancient truck. Sweat formed on her upper lip and across her forehead. She didn’t have to look at the dash to know there would be no air-conditioning. She closed the rattling door and yanked the seat belt across her lap. “At least something works in here,” she grumbled. Erin felt him climb in, and the cab grew hotter. Talk about body heat. Erin didn’t look at him. Her pulse hadn’t quite recovered from that brief but intense moment they’d just shared in her room. No. She couldn’t think about that now. Ever. She forced her mind to the night’s turn of events. She was exhausted by the long day, and now wired with the confusing energy Teague’s nearness provoked in her … This was not the way she’d planned to take what would probably be the single most important step in her study. Making first contact. She shot Teague a covert glance and tried to ignore the trickle of sweat wending its way down between her breasts.
