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"What?"
"Seriously, babe. We need to talk. My truck or your car?"
"But-"
"My truck then," he said, sliding his hand down and clasping her hand. Eva allowed herself to be pulled along, wondering what was so damn important. The past few days had been crappy. With shooting down Clint's offer to date, dealing with Claren, and facing another reading worksheet with Charlie, Eva was at her limit. She felt weak. She felt as if she wanted to bury her face in Jake's shoulder and let him do whatever he wanted to her.
Which meant going off alone with Jake was not a good idea. But she'd never seen him so insistent. At least not with her. She climbed into his big red truck, pulled the lap belt across her, and stared stonily ahead.
Stay strong, Eva.
Jake started the truck and minutes later, they roared down the highway. He leaned over and turned on the radio. An old Conway Twitty song played. Jake grinned and sang along. Jake had a good voice- mellow, sexy, and rich.
At one point in the chorus, he pointed to her. She sang Loretta Lynn's part. And for a few seconds the world slipped away and there was just Jake, an old favorite song, and a pretty fall day.
After driving for ten minutes, Jake pulled off the highway. Seconds later he parked next to an old fence that needed repairing. He shut the truck off.
"Where are we?"
"My thinking place."
Eva snorted. "Since when do you think?"
Jake unclicked his seat belt. "Okay, fine. It's my thinking slash make-out place."
Eva laughed. What else could she do? This was Jake, and he was outlandishly wonderful, deadly sexy, and so very, very dear to her. And he had something on his mind. "So...?"
"Get out. I want to show you something."
Eva climbed out and eyed the fence Jake had just hopped over. It looked like a tetanus shot waiting to happen.
He crooked an eyebrow. "I can help you if you want.”
She snorted and backed up. Three steps and an arm lock ensured she cleared the wire fence by a good half foot. Unfortunately, she'd overshot the landing, tumbling forward, skidding on slippery pine needles and crashing onto her bottom.
She started laughing as Jake shook his head. "Never let a man help you, will you?"
He extended his hand so she brushed her hands off and took it. He jerked her to her feet and right into his arms. "I can’t let a man-"
His lips covered hers.
"Mmm, Jake," she protested, giving him a light shove. He shook his head and kissed her harder.
And it was wonderful.
So instead of resisting, she lifted her hands and tangled them in his thick hair, twisting her fingers in the softness, opening her mouth so he could do whatever he wanted. His hands curled around her, one hand on her ribs, the other on her waist. He held her tight as if he might never let her go.
Eventually, he tore his mouth from hers, resting his forehead against hers.
"Eva," he groaned. "Oh, my sweet Eva."
Something warmer than desire stole across her heart.
Oh, how she wanted to be his Eva.
He dropped another kiss on her lips before releasing her. "Come on."
She let him take her hand and pull her through the shady depths of the woods. Scrubby brush slapped at her thighs, but Jake held back the larger branches. Eventually they came to a small leaf-strewn hill and just on the other side was Lake Chinquapin.
