“You didn’t get lost? Overshoot the turnoff or miss the sign?” he asked.
“No. Should I have?”
“A lot of people do. The mountain can play tricks on you.”
“Really?” She frowned, then shrugged. “Your directions were fine. I’m probably here earlier than you expected. I’m afraid I exceeded the speed limit some of the time.”
She squirmed at his skeptical expression.
“Most of the time,” she admitted.
“I bet you did.” He ran his gloved fingers over the hood. “I like the racing stripes.”
Mel watched his fingers with fascination. Those were the same gloves he had worn in Italy.
“They suit her. This baby can move, especially on those winding mountain roads.” She pulled her pack out of the passenger seat. “I’m afraid the rest of my luggage is a stack of shopping bags. I bought the suitcase aft
