She grinned up at him, winking. “No pressure, cowboy,” Peaches told him, obviously realizing he had heard her talking to herself. He returned the wink then bent to place a warm, lingering kiss on her soft mouth. “Mm, maybe I should change my mind.” Laughing, Damien locked the door to the trailer then led her to the truck. Ryan was all but sulking in the back as he put her in the front passenger seat. “I think we’ll wait until we’re out of range of your father. If I didn’t know he’s already checked us out, I’d be looking over my shoulder.” “Daddy’s very protective,” she agreed. “But he has good instincts about people. I’ve never known him to be wrong.” Before she strapped on the seat belt, she turned to look back over at Ryan. She reached out to touch him softly. “You okay back there?” His friend managed a smile. Who could resist such a prettily smiling woman? Not Ryan, that was for sure. “I’m good. You sure you don’t want to come back here and sleep for a while?
