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The headlights were on bright and seemed to be illuminating nothingness, a black hole lined by trees.  “Do you have a spare?” she asked, not looking forward to trying to change a tire out there.  “And maybe a flashlight?”
    “You can’t change that tire,” Dylan replied with a dry laugh.  “That thing probably weighs more than you do.  It’s bolted under the bed in the back, and probably rusted there.  I’d even have a hard time getting it loose.”
    Carrie sat against the door and looked at him.  “I’ve changed a tire before,” she informed defensively.  She’d changed more than her share on the beat up sedan she ’d driven for ten years.  They hadn’t been able to afford a round of tires, so she’d driven on maypops for several years.  When one went, she just dealt with it, just like everything else in her life.
    “You haven’t changed an oversized truck tire,” he fired back.  “And I can’t do it either in the shape I’m in.”
    “Call Joel and he’ll come get us,” she suggested.
    “The service out here is spotty.  I’d almost guarantee, between these thick trees and the area, I won’t have service.”
    “Look,” she said shortly.  “I don’t want to spend the night out here.”
    Dylan didn’t particularly want to stay out here all night either.  He wanted to get back to the ranch and get his things together then ride off into the sunset.  That was going to be tough to do though without his truck.  He’d get Sheedy to give him a ride back out here tomorrow morning to fix the tire, so he could leave. 
    But t hen he remembered Sheedy wasn’t his friend anymore.  He’d have to come up with another plan.  And he also remembered his cell phone was in his right pocket.  “You’ll have to get it out of my pocket, if you want to check.  I can’t do it.”
    A long heavy sigh came from the other side of the truck .  He heard rustling, then felt her heat beside him.  It was too damned dark in the truck to see anything.  But he sure smelled her.  And felt her small hand pat his left thigh, then skim across his fly.  Dylan’s dick went rock hard behind his zipper and he jerked his hips to the side. 
    “Wait,” he said hoarsely .  He waited a second, then lifted his hips, turning his right pocket toward her.  Her scent engulfed him as she leaned across him to shove her hand into his pocket.  Vanilla.  She smelled like Penny’s sugar cookies, and those were an addiction for him.  That smell made him want to lick her neck, lick her whole damned body to see if she tasted the same as she smelled.  The side of her hand brushed his cock through the thin material inside his pocket.  “Don’t be fishing around in there, just get the damned phone,” he said gruffly. 
    She sat back down beside him, but didn’t move away as she pushed a button on the phone.  Light filled the cab for a brief second, and then went dark.  She sighed, and he felt her arm drop to her thigh.  “No service, and you have very little battery left anyway.  I guess we’ll have to walk back to the main road.”
    “It’s about five miles to the ranch, if we take the road,” he informed.  “Our best bet is to take this service road to the dirt road through the woods.  It’s only three that way.”
    “Maybe we could flag someone down to give us a ride on the main road.”
    “Or we could have to walk two extra miles, because you’re hardheaded,” he volleyed back.  “And we’re already a mile from the main road, so that’s six miles.”
    “Fine,” she said sliding back over the seat to the driver’s side.  He heard the keys jangle, as she took them out of the ignition.  “Do you at least have a gun in case we run into a bobcat or something in the woods?”
    “You know how to shoot?” he asked incredulously.  This woman looked like a white bread city girl to him.  She’d probably wind up shooting herself or him.  His arm was messed up, so shooting wasn’t going