Chapter Ten
Evie
I had never been so aware of the size of a truck cab in my life. I’d honestly never even thought about it, but the space between Dawson and me felt taut, crowded with all that had passed between us the night before.
This was not the first time I had done errands for the lodge with him, yet this time was different. More than once, I caught my gaze sliding sideways to look at him and then yanked it forward again. Today was one of those perfect days in the Blue Ridge Mountains, and the view was quite beautiful. With autumn taking hold, the trees were a kaleidoscope of red, gold, orange, and purple. The mountains’ namesake blue haze shimmered above. The day was beautiful, bordering on magical.
We were about halfway into the hour and a half drive to Asheville when I did the
