Winter At Mustang Ridge
“As she came down the path, he pushed away from the truck and opened the passenger door. “For the record, I was going to come up to the house and knock, but you were pretty specific that you’d meet me out here, so I figured there was a reason.”
Her grin felt sheepish. “Just trying to escape some family weirdness. It’s . . . Well, it’s not important. I’m just glad to be shifting gears for a few hours.” No point in airing family stuff, especially when the family member in question wasn’t really do...ing anything wrong. And even though it wasn’t turning out to be the night she had expected, she was looking forward to her ride-along date with Doc Hottie.
He was taller than she remembered, or maybe the heavy fleece made him look bigger. There was a layer of warmth around him, an energy that made her want to move closer and soak him in, take a taste. But she didn’t want their first kiss to be a Hey, how are you? in her front yard, so she took the hand he offered and let him help her up into the cab of the truck.MoreLess
Her grin felt sheepish. “Just trying to escape some family weirdness. It’s . . . Well, it’s not important. I’m just glad to be shifting gears for a few hours.” No point in airing family stuff, especially when the family member in question wasn’t really do...ing anything wrong. And even though it wasn’t turning out to be the night she had expected, she was looking forward to her ride-along date with Doc Hottie.
He was taller than she remembered, or maybe the heavy fleece made him look bigger. There was a layer of warmth around him, an energy that made her want to move closer and soak him in, take a taste. But she didn’t want their first kiss to be a Hey, how are you? in her front yard, so she took the hand he offered and let him help her up into the cab of the truck.MoreLess
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