The devil rode him into following her steps, tracing her path. He cleared his throat to let her know he was there when he hit the doorway, and she turned to look at him, a wicked glint in her eye but a modest blush on her cheeks as she rifled through the racks on the wall in search of something appropriate to wear.
Resting his shoulder on the doorjamb, he stood there in silence as she looked on. Seeing a pair of jeans, he said, “They’ll do fine.”
“It’s too hot for them,” she groused, but did as bid, and dragged them off the hanger.
“It won’t be when you’re on the bike. We can buy whatever you need when we’re on the road.”
Her eyes rounded again as she stared at him. “We’re going on a road trip?”
He nodded. “We’re going to do this right.”
She gawked at him for a handful of seconds, th
