Two hours and fifteen minutes later Shane heard the rig before it came into view. The desert played tricks with sounds, especially at night, but he knew that distinctive engine noise. It wasn’t surprising that they had to wait out the tow truck. A service couldn’t chain up his Silverado to just anything. He smoothed his hand up and down her arm. “Up and at ’em, Sunshine.” She pressed her nose into his chest and her cold hand under his shirt along his back. The temperature had dropped, but she hadn’t wanted to move from their spot. He had to admit it was a good vantage point. Not one truck, car, or bike had come along, but it would have been the best way to flag someone down if they’d had the chance. “Come on, babe.” “Holy crap. It’s dark.” “You conked out right after the sun set.” “Yeah, I guess I did.” She burrowed into his chest. “I don’t want to move.” He tipped her chin up. “Helluva view, but I think I’d rather get a hotel tonight.” “Wow.”
