He didn't say a word as he pulled his heavy leather cut off his shoulders and tossed it onto a chair. He walked over to the bed where I was sitting, dropping down onto his knees on the floor between my legs and resting his large hands on my thighs.
"Tomorrow morning, we hit the highway, little dove," he said softly, his dark eyes looking up into mine with a deep, serious intensity. "It's going to be long, loud, and rough on the road. But you are going to be sitting right behind me, and my arms will be right there to keep you steady. Don't you worry about a single thing out there."
"I'm ready, Stone," I whispered, reaching my hands out to thread my fingers through his short dark hair. "I want to be out there with you."
A beautiful, warm smile spread across his rugged face—a rare, genuine
