Chapter 11
The drive home Darcie was very aware of Daniel beside her. Heat radiated off of him even from the foot that separated them. She glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw his arm leaning casually over the middle console. His long-tapered fingers drummed to a beat only he could hear in the leather. His truck smelled of his old spice and leather. She tried to think of something to say to fill the silence but was drawing a blank. Instead, she thought about their date. While she could hardly call skydiving, even indoors, a date, she still had a lot of fun. She hadn't smiled so much in years. Her cheeks hurt from it. It felt good. She had Daniel to thank for that.
Besides the few minor hiccups with her refusal at first to skydive and her mild panic attack, it had turned into a be
