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Spending this much time with Alex — being in the car with him for hour after hour — was turning out to be more difficult than Caitlin had expected. She seemed to be acutely conscious of everything he did, even if it was something as mundane as asking her if she wanted him to turn on the heater as the night deepened and the drive across the desert became increasingly chilly. The sound of his voice, the way his strong fingers wrapped around the steering wheel…everything. She even fancied she could detect the faintest hint of whatever aftershave he used, something very light, sort of citrusy. Clean-smelling.
Are you trying to drive yourself crazy? she thought with some irritation, shifting in her seat for what felt like the hundredth time. It wasn’t the Pathfinder’s fault; the car seats
