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trucker with eyes that were even now teasing her, she’d’ve asked to see their crack pipe.
    Reese knew they should be getting back to the cab, but he couldn’t seem to move. The wind had come up, and under his silent scrutiny she brushed her hair back from her face. She was beautiful enough to light up the night, but her intelligence was the draw. He’d always had a thing for smart women, and the Lady Blake definitely qualified. “Sorry about the delay. I know you’re probably wanting to get home.”
    “It’s okay. Stuff happens, and as I said, I’m enjoying the company.” The sounds of the traffic roaring by on the road could be heard, but JT paid it scant attention.
    “Let me set some flares so we don’t get rear-ended.”
    “Probably a good idea.” Their gazes were still locked, and for a breath of a second, and the first time in her life, JT wondered what it might be like to be someone else. Were she a nurse or a teacher, or a woman with a regular job, she didn’t think he’d have a problem pursuing whatever was bubbling up between them. She could almost envision herself as the woman he came home to after being out on the road; the woman who had his dinner waiting; the one he called late at night to let her know where he was and when he’d be returning. Grabbing hold of herself, she shook off the vision, mainly because it scared her to death. She didn’t have a Suzy Homemaker bone in her body. “I’ll wait for you in the truck.”
    As she turned and strode away, Reese mused on Ms. JT Blake. The vibe flowing between them was sparking like a downed power line. Being a gentleman, he turned the beam of the flashlight in her direction, ostensibly to light her way back to the cab. In reality, he just wanted to watch the sister walk.
    In the cab, JT told herself there was nothing wrong with being attracted to a man she’d just met. The problem came when she started fantasizing about something that would never materialize. She’d never had a man affect her this way, and she wasn’t sure what her response was supposed to be. Men like him didn’t hook up with women like herself, and vice versa. She made a lot of money, and in the few relationships she’d had, the size of her bank accounts eventually became an issue; even with the men whose finances matched hers. If those men couldn’t handle her for whatever reason, survey says a blue collar brother would have issues, too. But lord, the man was fine.
    He reentered the cab a few moments later, and as he settled in, she asked, “All set?”
    Reese nodded. Normally, he would have considered the thirty-minute wait a pain in the butt, but not this evening. Until the truck rebooted he’d be able to give her his undivided attention. He slid the toolbox and flashlight back under his seat. “My brothers are going to fall out when I tell them I had you in my cab.”
    “Why?”
    “Because you’re famous.”
    “I’m just me.”
    “I like just you.”
    The timbre in his voice shook JT’s insides again, and in a tone far more nonchalant than she felt, she said, “You’re not so bad yourself. Your cherries aren’t too bad either.”
    “I’ll make sure you get more.”
    He seemed reluctant to break the contact but eventually turned his eyes to his mirror to check out the traffic. She continued to watch him. Who would have ever thought she’d feel a connection to a truck driver? In the middle of that mental question, her earpiece beeped. She answered, “Hey, Carole.”
    “Everything okay? Where are you now?”
    JT relayed their approximate location based on the last visible road sign. “We had engine trouble, but it’s been fixed.”
    “Reese the Fine being a gentleman?”
    “Completely.” JT turned his way and checked out the chiseled lines of his mahogany face. “I couldn’t be in better company.”
    He graciously bowed his head.
    “He’s kinda silly too.”
    Showing a grin of his own, he took a sip from his bottled water.
    “I won’t keep