When I steal a peek over at him he gives me a soft smile with a wink. He’s nothing like the man who was on the phone moments ago. I’m started to notice that. He can be hard and clipped with others but not me.

“Is there somewhere else you’re supposed to be? I don’t want you to get in trouble or something.”

“I promise I’m right where I want to be,” he tells me, making a flutter hit my stomach. We drive into town and I have to tell him where to turn a few times.

“You never been here before?” I ask. Our town isn’t big, and if...