Fifteen
Far too soon, Shane roused her. Unwilling to open her eyes, she muttered, “We can’t be home already.”
“We can be and we are. Come on inside, and I’ll make dinner while you get back to your laundry.”
“Dinner?” She opened one eye. Sure enough, they were parked in front of his cabin.
“Yes, dinner. It’s six o’clock, and neither of us has eaten anything since breakfast.”
It was only six? It felt so much later, and she started to say she wasn’t hungry, except that she was famished. “All right. Just lemme peel myself outa this seat.”
Before she knew it, Shane was out of the truck and leaning in her open door. With one arm behind her shoulders and the other beneath her knees, he lifted her out of the truck and bumped the door closed with his hip.
“What the—”
“It’s cold out, and I d
