13
“Well…” Julie looked at him from under her lashes, this playful, handsome man she’d once known so well. His hands were on the wheel, the engine running, the open road ahead. “I suppose you could put the truck in gear. That would be a good next chapter.”
“Done,” he said promptly. He jammed his foot on the accelerator and they were back in motion. Julie rolled down the window a few inches and felt the cool wind in her hair. Power lines flipped past them in a happy blur. Plenty more issues hung between them, but for now, this felt good.
“Remember when you taught me how to drive?” she asked him.
“Believe me, that’s not the kind of thing a guy forgets. I got to be alone with you in an empty parking lot showing off my fishtail spins. Remember when I showed you the proper way to fasten you
