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felt, arriving in Tyler for the first time since her last monumental blowup with her family. She said crisply, “Just take me to the nearest garage, please.”
    Forrester leaned out the window to check the clock in the tower on the bank. “It’s only seven o’clock,” he noted. “I’ll bet Carl’s garage is still closed.”
    Exasperated, Liza snapped. “Small towns! Haven’t all-night business hours reached the provinces yet?”
    â€œWe’re not used to wild girls driving their convertibles around in the wee hours, I guess.”
    â€œWhat about some breakfast?” Liza proposed, sitting up straight in the seat as the thought struck her. Anything to avoid stopping at her mother’s house! Manufacturing some eagerness, she said, “Does Marge still make those yummy blueberry pancakes? We could go to the diner and have something to eat—coffee, sausage, the works! Do you know how long it’s been since I had real Wisconsin sausage? Let’s go. My treat. I’m starved.”
    Obediently, Forrester whipped the wheel over and made a slow U-turn on Main Street, aiming for a lucky parking space right in front of Marge’s Diner. He slipped into the spot and put the truck in park. But he didn’t shut off the engine or make a move to get out.
    â€œYou go ahead,” he said, keeping both hands on the wheel.
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œGo get some breakfast. You can walk over to Carl’s when you’re finished. You know where his garage is?”
    â€œWhat is this?” Liza demanded on a laugh. “A brush-off?”
    â€œGo eat,” he said stubbornly.
    â€œLook, Forrester, I’m sorry.” Firmly she said, “I’m sorry about that little scene back at the lodge. Maybe I was trying to manipulate you. I can’t help it sometimes. It’s a habit, I guess. I can be pretty brassy, and I shouldn’t have pushed you—even if it was a pretty good kiss. But I’m willing to put the whole business behind me if that’s what you want. What do you say? If you were going to eat those fish, here’s a chance for something better. I’ll buy you a real breakfast and we’ll forget it happened.”
    â€œI thought you were broke,” he said, looking out the window to avoid meeting her eye.
    Liza laughed. “Well, I’ve got twenty dollars left, I think. Plenty for a couple of orders of pancakes. Come on.”
    He shook his head mulishly. “I have work to do.”
    â€œLike what? More fishing? Look, I’m trying to make it up to you! Come on.”
    â€œNo, thanks.”
    â€œFor Pete’s sake, Forrester, what’s the big deal?”
    He turned to Liza and put his hand out, but didn’t meet her eye. “It’s been an education meeting you, Miss Baron.”
    â€œYou could call me Liza, at least,” she said dryly, not accepting his handshake, but impudently folding her arms over her chest instead. “I think we got to know each other well enough for that, don’t you? I mean, that was one hell of a kiss you gave me.”
    â€œI’m sorry about that,” he said, turning back to determinedly stare out the windshield. “I was annoyed and took it out on you. Let’s forget it.”
    Liza couldn’t believe her ears. “That’s it? You’re throwing me out of the truck and saying goodbye?”
    â€œIt’s nothing personal—”
    â€œNothing personal! I like that! Fifteen minutes ago you were kissing the stuffing out of me, and I’ve caught you looking at my legs—don’t deny it! So you can’t just say goodbye like this.”
    â€œMiss Baron—”
    â€œLiza!”
    â€œAll right, Liza!” he said, temper snapping. “I’m not hungry, get it? And I’ve got things to do, dammit!”
    â€œLike what?”
    â€œJust get the hell out of my truck, will