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grin throwing in a raised eyebrow trying to slay me even more, I supposed. “Stone Springs, you say… so, would that be in Alaska? Florida? Outer Mongolia?”
    I laughed in spite of feeling like an idiot. “Idaho.”
    “Ah,” he muttered. “So what’s there to do in Stone Springs?”
    I shrugged. “Not a whole lot. We own a farm, we have a pond to swim in, so there’s that.”
    “No movie theater? Bowling? Quarterly purges?”
    Well, wasn’t Gable a funny guy. “Smartass. We have a little theater but it only shows two movies at a time every two months, so there’s not a huge variety. If we want to bowl, we have to go to Idaho Falls. And purges are only bi-annually, so we have to make them count.”
    He laughed. “Who’s the smartass now?” We rode in silence for a while before he asked, “So, you’ve got a brother?”
    “Two, actually. Both older.” I knew I had to be careful here because I’d told him quite a bit about my family in our emails and if he hadn’t already figured things out, I didn’t want to give myself away. God, this whole pen pal thing had taken on an evil life of its own. 
    “Yeah? What are their names? Tonto and Lone Ranger?” I watched as he chuckled, and, boy, did he look good chuckling. The indentions around the sides of his mouth were even attractive. Dang.
    “Good one. Never heard that before.” I rolled my eyes. “Heath and Holden. They’re seven and four years older than I am.”
    “Sisters?” he asked, glancing over at me.
    “No.”
    “You’re the baby, huh?” He winked at me again and I had to concentrate on keeping my mouth from hanging open.
    “Yeah. So, what about you? Brothers? Sisters?”
    “Three brothers. Zeke’s a senior, plays football. Ryker’s a sophomore wrestler and Loch’s a freshman.” He gave me a quick glance.
    “Wow. Your poor mom.”
    He laughed. “Yeah. Always had at least two in diapers for years. Believe me, she lets us know all the time what little hellions we were.”
    “What about your dad?”
    “What about him?” He smiled as he kept his eyes on the road.
    “What does he do?” I knew he was a mechanic, but it was fascinating hearing it all from him for some reason.
    “He’s a mechanic. Part owner of a garage with my uncle. That’s where we picked up Lucille.”
    I frowned. “Lucille?”
    “Lucille,” he said, patting his steering wheel. “She’s my girl. Had her since I was a sophomore in high school.”
    I nodded. I totally got the whole naming your car thing. My Honda was named Adam Morrison for the star basketball forward from Gonzaga. As I sat thinking how Morrison’s pro career hadn’t quite worked out, I noticed that we’d entered a neighborhood and Gable had now turned onto a street then parked in front of a cute cottage-style house. We were behind a black pickup, which seemed to be the same one he’d driven the day he’d stopped to help me with my tire. There was also a blue pickup in the driveway along with what appeared to be a sixty-something orange Mustang.
    “Home sweet home,” he said looking over at me.
    “Gable lives in a house with five gables,” I replied peering out my window.
    “How do you know that?” He put his right arm across the back of my seat and playfully tugged a piece of my hair that’d gotten free.
    I shivered when he rested his hand on my shoulder, then pulling myself out of my I Can’t Help Going Gaga Over Gable zone, shrugged. “Guess I must’ve heard my dad talking about them at some point.”
    He nodded with his lips pooched out. “Impressive. I’ve been leaning toward going into architecture, actually taking a couple classes right now, so I’m seriously impressed that you knew that.” He got out of the car and I watched him walk around moving so smoothly and I got so caught up in ogling him that I jumped when he opened my door. Once again he leaned in to unbuckle me and his beautiful face was right there. Those perfect lips were right there . All I had to do was