Sam’s nerves fired like a faulty engine. His heart skipped every third beat as he parked in Bonnie’s driveway and walked up her front steps. They were going on a trip together, something Sam had never done with a woman. Ever.
He’d double and then triple-checked the itinerary, making sure they had time for dinner after the flight, and breakfast before the return flight. He’d over-packed, not sure what to expect while they were in Coral Canyon. Which was absolutely absurd, because it was the middle of March in Wyoming, and he certainly didn’t need shorts or swimming trunks.
His suitcase held both, and a flash of foolishness snaked through him. Bonnie looked up from her position in the kitchen. “Hey.” She smiled and nodded toward him. “My bag is right there.”
She had a sensible carryon-siz
