Chapter Eight
Query
She couldn’t hear a sound coming from the front of the motor home. Either Hamm was a very light sleeper, or he was lying awake, unable to sleep, like she was. At this moment, she’d lay even money on the latter.
glanced at the small clock on the small bedside table. 4:20. This is ridiculous. I need to get some decent sleep, or I’m not going to be able to function tomorrow. And the last thing she needed was to have to pull over just so she could take a quick power nap.
This is ridiculous. I need to get some decent sleep, or I’m not going to be able to function tomorrow. “Only if you won’t forget that you’re not the only one who has a driver’s license,” Hamm’s teasing remark whispered in her ear. The offer was tempting. But could she tolerate sitting in the driver’s se
