when she saw the truck. âWashed and waxed it, huh?â she teased.
âWell, you canât take a nice woman to a dance in a dirty truck,â he stated.
âI wouldnât have minded.â
He turned to her at the passenger side of the truck and looked down at her solemnly in the light from the security lamp on a pole nearby. His face was somber. âNo, you wouldnât. You donât look at bank accounts to judge friendships. Itâs one of a lot of things I like about you. I dated a woman attorney once, who came here to try a case for a client in district court. When she saw the truck, the old one I had several years ago, she actually backed out of the date. She said she didnât want any important people in the community to see her riding around in a piece of junk.â
She gasped. âNo! How awful for you!â
His high cheekbones had a faint flush. Her indignation made him feel warm inside. âSomething youâd never have said to me, as blunt as you are. It turned me off women for a while. Not that I even liked her. But it hurt my pride.â
âAs if a vehicle was any standard to base a character assessment on,â she huffed.
He smiled tenderly. âSmall-town police chiefs donât usually drive Jaguars. Although this guy I know in Texas does. But he made his money as a merc, not in law enforcement.â
âI like you just the way you are,â she told him quietly. âAnd it wouldnât matter to me if we had to walk to Billings to go dancing.â
He ground his teeth together. She made him feel taller, more masculine, when she looked at him like that. He was struggling with more intense emotions thanheâd felt in years. He wanted to grab her and eat her alive. But she needed careful handling. He couldnât be forward with her. Not until he could teach her to trust him. That would take time.
She felt uneasy when he scowled like that. âSorry,â she said. âI didnât mean to blurt that out and upset youâ¦â
âYou make me feel good, Jake,â he interrupted. âIâm not upset. Well, not for the reasons youâre thinking, anyway.â
âWhat reasons upset you?â
He sighed. âTo be blunt, Iâd like to back you into the truck and kiss you half to death.â He smiled wryly at her shocked expression. âWonât do it,â he promised. âJust telling you what I really feel. Honesty is a sideline with most people. Itâs first on my list of necessities.â
âMine, too. Itâs okay. I like it when youâre upfront.â
âYouâre the same way,â he pointed out.
âI guess so. Maybe Iâm too blunt, sometimes.â
He smiled. âIâd call it being forthright. I like it.â
She beamed. âThanks.â
He checked his watch. âGot to go.â He opened the door for her and waited until she jumped up into the cab and fastened her seat belt before he closed it.
âIt impresses me that I didnât have to tell you to put that on,â he said as he started the engine, nodding toward her seat belt. âI donât ride with people who refuse to wear them. I work wrecks. Some of them are horrific, and the worst fatalities are when people donât have on seat belts.â
âIâve heard that.â
He pulled out onto the highway. âHere we go, Jake.Our first date.â He grinned. âOur uncles are probably laughing their ghostly heads off.â
âI wouldnât doubt it.â She sighed. âStill, it wasnât nice of either of them to rig the wills like that.â
âI guess they didnât expect to die for years and years,â he commented. âMaybe it was a joke. They expected the lawyer to tell us long before they died. Except he died first and his partner had no sense of humor.â
âI donât know. Our uncles did like to manipulate people.â
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