Claire leaned forward and clutched the dashboard as she and Jed bumped down the long, rutted driveway. Anticipation, along with more than a few nerves, fluttered in her chest as she waited for her first glimpse of the house. Hutchins, the lawyer, had warned her the place needed some work. Still, it was hers. Jed glanced over and smiled then put his hand on her arm. “How many times are you going to say that?” “Until I don’t have to pinch myself to make sure I’m awake.” She’d expected the atmosphere between them to be awkward after everything she’d said the night before. It wasn’t. Another damned point in Jed’s favor. He didn’t brood or hold grudges. Make that two points. He’d whistled while he scrambled eggs for their breakfast then held her hand through a difficult call to her great-aunt’s lawyer. If she didn’t know better, she’d start believing he was as perfect inside as he appeared on the surface.
