She finally found the throttle and aimed them downriver. They had at least forty kilometers of river to navigate and she’d like to be offshore before sunrise. It was just 0300 hours so the chances were low, but she had to try.
Jesse dropped into the seat beside her. He held out a Tootsie Pop.
“How many of those do you take on a mission?”
“Two.”
“So that one’s yours.”
He unwrapped it, then poked her in the ribs. When she opened her mouth to protest, he stuck it in her mouth. “More fun watching you eat them than having one myself.”
“Sho-sholate,” she managed around the Pop. Chocolate was even better than grape. Sheer heaven!
“You’re welcome.”
She risked taking her hand off the throttle long enough to squeeze his hand for a moment, and there it was. There was a deep connection that ri
