Nicolette had always thought that swooning was one of those things that only happened in fiction, but here she was still trying to sort out her breathing even though she’d been sitting in the peace and quiet of the truck cab by herself for at least two minutes. What was she, some Victorian maiden who had laced her corset too tightly? She’d never experienced anything like it. His gentle touch, the inflection in his voice, the way he’d peered into her eyes like he was looking into her soul…
Lettie hugged herself as the rear driver’s side door opened so that Colt could deposit her picnic basket into the back of the cab. Moments later, he was climbing behind the wheel, and starting up the car. They rode in silence, the air growing electric with anticipation as it stretched between them for se
