Now Joe had seen him. He wouldn’t need her help any longer.It was over, and she admitted she would miss the excitement and adventure. And the fun. It had been exhilarating, a change from her drifting.And she would miss Joe.“I’d like to thank you, Ellen, for all your help tonight,” he said, interrupting her thoughts. “You have very sharp eyes. You must be an optometrist’s nightmare.”She turned to face him. His voice seemed to echo hollowly, as if he were being sarcastic, and his features looked like stone in the glow of the dashboard lights. She felt a little disappointed that he hadn’t used his nickname for her. She had been growing used to it … even liking it.“I was glad I could help,” she said, studying the strong lines of his profile. Her blood swirled more thickly through her veins. She remembered how much she had wanted him to kiss her when they had been standing by the boardwalk’s railing. It had taken every ounce of her willpower not to fling herself into his arms.
