Ashley yelled. “And roll up your window.” Her words caught in the wind, blowing back into her face. Mac heard, but chose to ignore the woman in the passenger seat. Instead, he kept his eyes focused on the road and the scenery speeding by as the speedometer inched toward ninety. The Mercedes negotiated the road’s twists and turns with little effort, and Mac enjoyed the reckless feel of his foot pressing the accelerator to the floor. Out of the comer of his eye he watched Ashley wrestling with her hair, trying, without success, to keep it in place. A smile crossed his face. Not because of Ashley’s dilemma, but because he thought of Kathleen, of the way her long, wavy hair would be blowing if she occupied the seat and not Ashley. Kathleen wouldn’t care about the wind, wouldn’t care about tangled hair. She would smile and laugh in that carefree way that sank to the pit of his stomach and made him hunger for more than her smile. God, how he wanted her. “Didn’t you hear me?”
