Chapter 17
Brooke’s bare legs were too close yet too far away. Tyler loved his truck, but right now he wished he had a bench seat so he could close the gap between them and settle his hand beneath her dress. He swallowed down the desire to pull his truck off to the side of the road and focused on getting to his place before his pants busted open from the strain of his erection.
He reached across the console, taking her hand in his, needing to touch her in some way. She laced their fingers together, and he brought their joined hands to his mouth, pressing a kiss to her knuckles.
“I forgot to tell you,” she said, “I spoke with Sam and he said he has an old Red Maple Falls fire helmet he can give us for the house. I thought it would be cool to hang on the wall, give people a sense of the c
