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just gave away your preferred mode of transportation.”
    She let her hands find the truck’s body, remembering everything she loved about this model. 1970. Green body. White trim. Bench seats. “My granddaddy had a truck just like this. I remember how it felt to sit beside him as he drove through town. I felt like I was bigger than everyone else. He always played Loretta Lynn.”
    Trev grimaced. “I don’t have that, darlin’. The only thing I’ve spent money on in this car is a CD player. I’m afraid the best I can do is Miranda Lambert. My sister gave me her CD for my birthday.”
    “Same difference. The point is, I love your truck. It’s been a long time since I saw a truck like this.”
    “It’s a mess. It needs to be fixed up.”
    “I like to fix things up. It’s so much better than buying something new.”
    Trev stopped and stared. “You know, you’re just about perfect for me. Where did you come from?”
    “Deer Run. I was born here.” It wasn’t so surprising he didn’t know much about her. They had lived in the same town their whole lives, but she had never really spoken to him. He might have occupied the same space, but his world had been completely different.
    He laughed, throwing that gorgeous head back. “I’ll buy that, darlin’. I will. Now take a seat and I’ll get you home. Buckle up.”
    Trev ran around the truck and managed to get to the passenger door before she could. He opened the door and held out his hand to help her up.
    “Thank you, sir.”
    He sighed again. “Beth, you’re killing me.”
    She wasn’t sure why, but it felt nice when he handed her up. He pulled the seat belt out and buckled her in. His hand sliding across her waist sparked something odd and primal in Mouse. Her skin sizzled everywhere he touched.
    She tried to turn her attention away. “What were you doing here?”
    Was he already slipping? She found that unaccountably sad. He didn’t seem drunk. The cab of his truck smelled like coffee, rich and warm. She didn’t see any evidence of a drinking binge.
    “I was sitting out here staring at the bar.”
    It was a stark admission. His eyes trailed back toward the honky-tonk.
    Without really thinking about it beyond the fact he seemed to need it, she brought her hands up to his face and gently forced his head to turn to face her. “Why?”
    “I was trying to decide whether or not I would go in and have a drink. I sat here and drank my coffee and made a deal with myself. I would wait five minutes and then I would go in and have a drink. And then I would decide to wait another five minutes.”
    He was on the edge of something bad, yet he’d managed to treat her with genuine kindness. “Are you all right?”
    He hadn’t tried to move out of her hold. He simply stared at her, the moonlight illuminating his gorgeous face. “No, Beth, but that’s not your problem.”
    But Clarissa hadn’t been his problem. “I want to help you if I can.”
    Now he did take a step back, and ran a hand through his hair. He wasn’t wearing a hat. His hair tumbled over his forehead. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea, Beth. I think I should drive you home, and then I should probably stay away from you.”
    He closed the door to the truck and walked around to the driver’s side. He hopped in, but he didn’t say anything, merely turned the engine over and started out of the lot, gravel crunching beneath the tires.
    He asked for directions to her house in a controlled, quiet voice, but Mouse knew that easy intimacy they had found in the parking lot was gone. He was just doing her a favor. He was cleaning up the small mess she’d made by trying to go somewhere she shouldn’t.
    Mouse stared out of the window. The moon was huge and full, hanging low in the sky. She was right back where she had started. She would spend the night alone, like she spent all her nights.
    But at least now she knew once and forever that Bo wasn’t going to be hers. It was long past time to