Marla
The highway stretched endlessly under the afternoon sun, my little red sedan humming along while my mind wandered into dangerous territory once again.
I had been driving for nearly two hours, heading back from a quick errand in the next town, when I first noticed the sleek black truck keeping pace beside me. The driver was a tall, rugged-looking man with a jaw that could cut glass and eyes that flicked toward my window more than once.
We exchanged glances at the stoplight. Then again at the next merge. Something unspoken passed between us…. a slow, heated curiosity that made my thighs press together against the leather seat. I wasn’t supposed to feel this way. I had a boyfriend waiting at home, kind and steady, the sort of man who remembered anniversaries and made me coffee in th
