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several moments had passed. “What do you want instead of coffee?”
    Mary’s brows knit briefly at the news about the coffee machine, but then she realized what the problem was and said, “Flick the switch on the side of the lower cupboard it’s sitting on. The switch is for an inverter.”
    â€œInverter?” he echoed with interest.
    â€œThe coffee machine works on one hundred twenty volts, and the RV battery only gives twelve volts or something.” She explained, then frowned. “I don’t know if I’m getting this right. Joe explained it to me at the time, but . . .” She shrugged. “Basically to use the coffee machine either the generator has to be on when we’re stopped, or you turn on the inverter while we’re driving. Just remember to turn it off after you’re done.”
    â€œOkay,” he muttered and then she heard the click of the switch being thrown.
    Sighing, she concentrated on her breathing and the road ahead, refusing to allow the image of him to rise up in her mind again. Also refusing to glance aroundfor another peek at him. You’re much older than him, she reminded herself firmly. It is inappropriate to be drooling over such a young man. Behave.
    â€œHow do you take your coffee?”
    Mary almost glanced around at the question, but caught herself and said, “Black, please.”
    The words had barely left her lips when he appeared at her side to set a travel mug in the cup holder next to her empty phone holder.
    â€œThank you,” Mary murmured, catching a glimpse of the colorful afghan out of the corner of her eye before he was gone. Several more minutes passed with sounds coming from the back. It was long enough that Mary began to think he’d sat down at the table to eat, but then he suddenly appeared next to her and settled in the passenger seat. Bailey followed and immediately settled in her usual spot between the two seats. It was only then that Mary realized the dog had abandoned her in favor of their guest. She didn’t know whether to be insulted, or be glad Bailey approved of the man. Bailey didn’t like many people. If Bailey thought Dante was okay, then Mary’s own judgment was being supported. It was nice to have that backup.
    â€œI made you a sandwich too,” Dante announced, and then glanced from her to the road and asked, “Do you want me to feed you?”
    Mary’s eyes widened at the offer, but she quickly shook her head, shaking away the images that question brought to mind: Dante kneeling on the floor beside her, holding a sandwich in front of her mouth for her tobite from. Good Lord, how could that seem erotic? she wondered with dismay.
    â€œNo. I can manage,” she said and then paused to clear her throat when she heard how croaky she sounded. Good Lord.
    Dante set a plate with a sandwich and chips on the dashboard next to the GPS, then settled in his own seat properly and set his own plate on his lap as he did up his seat belt.
    Mary chanced a glance at her plate, her eyes widening incredulously at the size of the sandwich. Dear God, the man had stacked it so full of meat and vegetables that she’d have to have an expanding jaw like a snake to eat the darned thing. She switched her gaze to him to say as much, only to pause and stare wide-eyed at the four sandwiches he’d made himself, all even bigger than her own. Dante had one hell of an appetite.
    â€œEyes on the road,” he said and Mary automatically turned forward, but had to wonder how he’d known she was looking. Dante had been concentrating on his plate as he lifted one of the sandwiches to his mouth and couldn’t have seen her looking.
    Leaving the sandwich for now, she picked up her coffee instead and took a cautious sip. As expected, it was hot, but it was also darned good and exactly what she needed just then.
    â€œWhy are you traveling alone?”
    Mary glanced to him with surprise, but