21
The drive to Abby’s house flew by. Few words were exchanged. They held tight to each other’s hands. Shane pulled in the driveway, threw the truck in park, and turned off the engine. Slowly, he turned to her, looking deep into her smoky gray eyes.
“I will ask you this one time. Are you sure you want me to come in? If not, I understand, and I’ll see you tomorrow.” Shane waited, his blood pounding in his veins.
She held up their clasped hands. “Stay with me,” she whispered.
“For as long as you want,” he murmured.
She slid across the seat into his open arms. He held her close, savoring the moonlit moment. Abby led the way to the back door. Chivalrously, he took the key and pushed the door open, allowing her to enter ahead of him.
A solitary light welcomed them into the silent house. W
