He shot her a scorching look. The truck surged forward as he pressed the pedal harder. “All right. Deal. I guess I’ll just have to make it worth the wait.”
She drew his hand up to her mouth and kissed his knuckles. “You always do,” she whispered.
“What?” he asked over the wind.
But she just shook her head and turned to watch the trees slide by. The wind whipped her silly tears away. And Eve smiled.
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