Chapter Seventeen
Russell
I should have thought this through. Driving in my truck with Paisley made me acutely aware of the space inside my truck cab more than anything ever had. She was right here. I could reach across the console and touch her if I wanted. Her scent drifted around me, and she smelled a little sweet. She was looking out the window as I drove, and I caught myself sneaking glances of her—again and again and again. I loved the lines of her profile, the sweep of her cheekbone, and the way her nose tipped up at the end.
My eyes tracked the smattering of freckles on her cheeks, looking like gold dust in the filtered sunlight cast through the window. She turned, almost catching me looking at her.
“Can I roll the window down?”
I glanced her way again. “Sure, but it's a littl
