CHAPTER : 20When he opened them the clock was striking three and the rain was beating on the shingles. It was neither sound that had waked him, but the door opening.
He took one startled glance. “Miss Linton, I thought I——”He broke off and got quickly to his feet, seeing her face, her dripping raincoat and the sodden tennis shoes on her feet. “Jenny!”
She ran to him, buried her head against him, clinging to him, her body trembling as he’d felt it trembling beside him in the cab of the battered truck, her heart pounding. He could feel it through the clammy wet raincoat as he bent his head down to hers in a moment of exquisite warmth before he shook himself out of its intoxicating loveliness and tried to release the grip of her arms around him.
“Jenny, what is it?”
“Oh, don’t . . . don’t
