Duffle bag in hand, Kelly slipped past the open door of Tate’s office as she made her way outside. Peeking over her shoulder as she paused at the door, she checked to make sure she hadn’t been seen. If Tate knew she had everything packed already and was loading the truck, he’d call off early. Not that that was an issue, but she really didn’t want him to fall behind. Late nights sucked.
Stepping out into the bright sunshine, she grimaced. It was hot. Beyond hot. Glancing down at her bag, she wondered if it would be alright sitting in the bed of the truck for the next couple of hours. There was only one way to find out.
Wiping away the sweat already beading on her forehead, she stalked over to the truck and peered inside the bed. The shiny red paint didn’t look hot, but looks could be de
