He reached for her hand at one point and she squeezed it good-naturedly, then withdrew. He’d thought showing her how he loved her would have made her break down and declare how she cared for him. But she wouldn’t go that far, no matter how often or how well he brought her to climaxes. And as for him, hell, he was a goner, now down with a bad case of the love sick blues. And he hadn’t even left her yet. He saw the latest road sign and knew he had only fifteen more miles until the turn-off for home. That meant time was out for him to make his pitch, but damn, if he wasn’t a tongue-tied kid. Trying to find the right words, he knew he’d just have to force himself to blurt out what he wanted—what he intended—and sit tight and see where the sparks flew. At the next right turn off the Interstate highway, he pulled off the lonely road into the service area and parked the truck. She glanced at him, a question in her eyes.
