Sherry muttered under her breath as she hurried with Cody toward his pickup truck. He opened the passenger door and helped her inside. Although slender, Sherry wasn’t the sort of female who generally required assistance, but her comparatively meager height—five foot five, as opposed to Cody’s six-two—meant she needed help this time. The tires on his truck looked as if they belonged on a tanker trailer. It was impossible to determine the color of the vehicle, and Sherry suspected it hadn’t been washed since it’d been driven off the showroom floor. Maybe, she thought, the dirt helped the rust hold the thing together. Once she situated herself inside the cab, Cody dashed around the front and leaped in. His door made a cranking sound when he opened and closed it. He shoved the key into the ignition and the engine roared to life. She immediately noticed all the papers clipped to the dash; it looked as if he stored most of his paperwork there. She couldn’t suppress a smile at his fingertip filing system.
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