Chapter Sixteen
The distant hum of a car engine floated on the hot, dry air, and Jasper looked over Evelyn’s shoulder at the approaching truck. “Someone’s coming. Perhaps they can help us.”
She pulled away and turned, smoothing her hair then straightening her shoulders.
He waved his arms over his head and squinted against the glare of the late afternoon sun on the vehicle’s windshield. Would the driver stop?
The rumble grew louder.
Evelyn stood next to the bike, arms crossed, a look of uncertainty on her face.
Did she regret their kiss? Unfortunately, the truck’s untimely appearance didn’t allow time to talk about it. At least they might not have to push the motorcycle for miles.
An ancient black Ford pickup freckled with rust spots pulled off the road and braked. Jasper jogged to t
