Carson Chatworth didn’t want to get in his truck and leave without getting that pretty woman’s name. But she wasn’t budging from behind the wheel of her car, and he really was causing a traffic flow problem in the parking lot.
He decided he didn’t care. He’d been in California for approximately seventy-two hours and the traffic here was the worst he’d ever seen. Of course, anything was going to be worse than Gold Valley, Montana, where he’d been born and raised. With a population of only fifteen thousand, the traffic could never be that bad.
He glanced around the grocery store parking lot, thinking there were probably fifteen thousand people here right now, trying to get something to eat.
Taking a deep breath, he strode over to her window and knocked on it. She shook her head like mad,
