Stormy didn’t get another Las Vegas run for almost six weeks. Summer was edging into fall as she drove across New Mexico and Arizona the next time. The days were getting shorter and today the western sky had turned so blue it almost hurt your eyes, with not one cloud in sight. A silly excitement tickled along her nerves. She gave herself a lecture for about the third time.
Come on…quit being stupid. There’s no guarantee Tom is even in Vegas now. Or that he’ll be the least bit interested in seeing someone who gave him a ride and a f**k on his way across country. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll deliver the Jack Daniels, pick up the first load you can find and get the hell outta Dodge.
Lectures didn’t do much good. Her body remembered all too well the tantalizing touch of his musici
