London laughed and asked Tuck another question, anything to keep him from asking again what she’d done today. He was making a big trip, alone, on a motorcycle that covered over a thousand miles. She’d cleaned her house and thought about him. She felt like such a boring hick.
“I didn’t do much today, didn’t even leave the house.” She really hated admitting this and wished again she hadn’t made that honesty vow to herself.
“I can’t tell you the last time I spent an entire day at home, at least when I wasn’t hurt in some way.” Tuck’s low rumble over the phone made her want to curl up against him and listen to him talk. She didn’t care what he was saying, only that he spoke. He could read her the phone book or even a historical western book, and not a romance, which was one of the most borin
