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know,” she smiled. “They’re little.”
    â€œI’ll get out the calipers,” Frost cracked. “Have you tried acne medicine?”
    â€œYou don’t like me, do you?”
    â€œDid I say that?” Frost smiled.
    â€œWell—do you want me?”
    Frost looked at her a moment. “Will it hurt your feelings?”
    â€œI’ll be crushed.”
    â€œNo—this way you’ll be—” Frost took her in his arms, his mouth going down on hers. Somehow, he found himself having gotten her near enough to the bed that they fell onto it, the woman—Jessica Pace—still holding him, her arms around his neck. Maybe it was because it was inevitable, Frost reflected for a moment, looking at her. Maybe, then again, it was because of a lot of things. . . .

Chapter Five
    â€œAagh!” Frost looked at the trailer hitch and decided that if he kicked it with his left foot the next time, he’d probably hurt his left big toe. “What—you gotta be an engineer to put this thing together with the car or what?”
    He stepped back, staring alternately at the trailer tongue and the grease on his hands, trying to figure out how you got the little ball on the car’s trailer hitch to get inside the little socket on the trailer tongue. He was mentally debating if it would be better to trust to staying in motels after all. “If God had meant man to drag his house behind him wherever he went, he would have—”
    â€œWhat are you talking about?” Jessica Pace asked, suddenly there besides him.
    â€œOhh,” Frost said, turning to look at her, “nothing at all—just trying to remember the words of an old song, that’s all.” He smiled.
    â€œAhh—an old song, hmm? Why are you standing here staring at the trailer rather than hitching it?”
    â€œAdmiring the workmanship,” he told her. “All the wonderful craftsmanship that goes into these things—golly, whiz!”
    â€œBullshit!”
    â€œTsk, tsk,” Frost told her. “I would never have thought a lady such as yourself would have even known such a word.”
    â€œSo—go hitch the trailer then.”
    â€œDo you know how to hitch a trailer?” Frost asked brightly.
    â€œI haven’t done it in years,” she told him.
    â€œWell—listen,” Frost began. “Just in case something happens and you should need to know how to do it, I think it’d be wise for you to try it now—you know, rather than do it in an emergency and mess it up.”
    â€œYou’re puttin’ me on!”
    â€œNaw,” Frost drawled.
    â€œYou serious?”
    â€œYeah,” Frost said, keeping his face as straight as he could. “I think you need the practice. I’ll watch and if you’re starting to do anything wrong, I’ll help you out. Then we’ll both be competent in trailer-hitching just in case the need arises for you to do it. Go on.”
    â€œYou wanna jockey the car around?”
    â€œWell, I would,” Frost told her, “but I think even though it might be simpler if we did it together, you know—better you learn how to do it yourself, you know—relearn, so to speak.”
    â€œFrost—are you—”
    â€œNow go on—do it. I wanna make sure you can do it as well as I can. Never know what might happen,” and Frost gestured dramatically to his side, “out there on the trail.”
    She reached up and gently swung his arm in the other direction. “Out there, Frost, is west—if we take the trailer out there, we sink. It’s out there that the trail is—east.”
    â€œJust testing,” he told her. It wasn’t his fault, he reassured himself, that he’d missed the sunrise that morning.
    He watched as Jessica—disgust written all over her face—climbed behind the wheel of the LTD and—expertly, Frost thought—jockeyed the