Missy woke the next morning with Tucker on her mind. And the morning after that. And on Sunday morning too, which really wasn’t fair, seeing as how she spent all day with him, couldn’t get the smell of him out of her nose when she lay down to sleep at night, and dreamt of him too.
He hadn’t held her hand on the farm. Or taken her out to dinner on Friday or Saturday night. It turned out that he actually needed to go back to the city and finish cleaning out his apartment or he’d be charged an astronomical fee.
She suspected he could pay such a fee just fine, but she hadn’t said anything. He was supposed to be back in time for church, but part of her hoped he’d run into a wild herd of antelope, or maybe traffic on the freeway between here and New York City.
Neither would actually happen, a
