Maybe not. She had to be crazy, Carrie thought. Truck McKelvey was not on her schedule of things to take care of this summer. She could not allow that man anywhere near her or her kitchen ever again. He was too steamy, too alluring, too all-fired there. Who would have guessed? Fifteen years had passed, and the effect Truck had on her was just as potent as ever. All she had to do was look at him and her temperature soared just as it had that year that she had let him get so close. Too close. Close enough she’d almost gotten burned, she’d wanted him that bad. But not bad enough to give up her dreams. And she’d been right. She’d been a success, had gotten most of what she’d wanted. She’d had a fabulous career, a high-flying lifestyle, money and mean, and no one to whom she had ever wanted to make a committment. And she’d liked it that way. Until Elliott. Her stomach churned just thinking about him. The wonder boy. The creative genius who had set the benchmark for cutting-edge advertising.
