Scarlett lay on the foam mattress in the camper shell, the darkness around her almost suffocating. Hudson had made a bed in the back of the truck, claiming he’d put all the seats down and it was plenty wide for his shoulders.
She hadn’t been able to go look at it. Guilt would’ve had her offering him the bed again, and he’d have refused, and the awkwardness that had accompanied them on this road trip would’ve come back
She also didn’t want to suggest a hotel, though that would’ve been her first choice. She couldn’t afford it, and she didn’t want Hudson to pay for it. Five million dollars.
Five million dollars.The man had money, and while that didn’t affect how she felt about him, it certainly changed things.
Don’t put yourself down.
Don’t put yourself down.You’re so beautiful.
You’re
