Hudson kept one hand on the wheel and one in Scarlett’s. He didn’t want to admit that yes, maybe he was a little nervous. Being in the camper shell with her had shown him how tiny it was, and that there was no way he could sleep in there with her.
He’d been entertaining the idea of putting down the kitchen table and laying down the bench seats where he normally ate or did crossword puzzles. But that was only a step forward and a step up to the divinely smelling Scarlett, and he didn’t think he could lay there and fall asleep with her so close.
She hummed along to the radio as he drove, getting used to the extra weight and bulk of the camper shell again. The beach was only about an hour and a half away, and he’d chosen Huntington Beach, because the sand was warm and while it was sometimes
