GOD, I love you slammed into his brain and nearly slid out of his mouth, but he caught himself just in time. It dawned on Jeff that he did love Cat, or at least he was falling hard. Being with her was like being on a runaway train that he was unable to stop. But he realized he didn’t want to. “Grab your purse and your guitar,” he said and then grabbed her free hand. “You’re awfully bossy.” “You like it.” “I do not,” Cat insisted, but followed him down the dimly lit hallway. When she clung to his hand he remembered that she was afraid of the dark and he pulled her closer to his side. Once they were outdoors they jogged over to his truck. He opened her door and took her guitar, placing it and his own in the extended cab behind them. “Hop on in.” Cat laughed when Jeff made gravel fly in an effort to go fast. “Trying to impress me, country boy?” “Not yet, but that will happen soon enough.”
