Her first thought was that she needed to ask him what she was doing in his bed, but then she remembered. While still in the barn, they’d thrown on what clothes were absolutely necessary. He’d asked if her rig had a shower, and she’d said it didn’t and they would have to use the grounds’ facilities, but he’d offered to let her use his. After dropping by her place for a change of clothes, they’d walked barefoot and hand in hand to the huge, gas-guzzling truck and sleeper trailer he hauled his bulls in. A discussion about who merited the first shower had led to him flipping a coin. She’d won, which meant she hadn’t taken time to study his place until she was clean. She’d been envious of his larger refrigerator and decent storage space, and the twin recliners looked comfortable enough to sleep in. But what had held her attention had been the queen-size bed. That’s where she was. In a bed that smelled of the man next to her.
