He knew the dangers of allowing his attention to wander from the road. God knew he’d seen enough disaster that resulted from distraction. It was equally difficult to keep his hand from reaching for hers. He couldn’t quite believe the intensity of his feelings, of the need resounding inside. It wasn’t all sexual, though he would be lying if he said that wasn’t part of it. Sexual wouldn’t be dangerous. This was dangerous. He liked her. He was intrigued by her. He wanted to be with her. Worst of all, he knew he would rather be with her than paddling the bayous in his canoe. He caught himself smiling at that. “Hey,” she said. He glanced quickly in her direction. “You’re smiling.” “Is that so odd?” “No, I like it,” she said. He liked it, too. He felt more relaxed than he had in years. Relaxed yet energized at the same time. Expectant. Damn. He stole another glance at her. The hot humid wind had ruffled her short hair, making her look more approachable. Her cheeks were flushed and her usually guarded blue eyes sparkled.
