“Sure he does.” She peered out the windshield as the wipers swished rapidly back and forth. “It’s really coming down. Could we get stuck at your mom’s place?”
“Not for long. We have plows. We even have one I can hook up to Thunder if I need to.”
“I don’t suppose you have it with you.”
“No, but Sky could use it with his truck if he had to. It won’t be necessary, though.”
“When are you scheduled to work?”
“Eleven to five again, but if it keeps snowing like this, that might change. Enough about the weather.” He paused. Took a deep breath. “Do we have a date tonight?”
“Oh!” She began to quiver. “Well, um…” Her voice shook, too. She wasn’t prepared to make that decision. She’d thought they’d discuss their options later in the day with a few kisses thrown in. Nope.
She wanted to be with him again. But a second rendezvous, especially so soon, would deepen their connection.
“It’s yes or no time. I need to let Granny know about dinner, because if you won’t be there, she’ll set up another afternoon tea with Marybeth.”
“Are we messing up Granny’s social life?”
“I asked. We’re her number one priority.”
“I assume she knows I won’t be relocating.”
“She does.”
“What does she say to that?”
“She thinks you’d be crazy to let me get away.”
“Ah.”
“This is our last chance for a while. Tomorrow night’s the caroling thing. The next night’s Christmas Eve.”
She gulped. “I see your point.”
“And?”
She knew this sensation. It was like standing at the edge of the high-dive board gathering her courage to jump. “Yes. My answer is yes.”
“Hot damn.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Live for the moment. That was Rance’s plan and he was sticking to it. In this moment he was driving though a considerable snowstorm with very important passengers — Lani and two copies of his manuscript.
Maybe he should also count Dooley and Sophia, his partners in this journey. Dooley, Sophia and Granny had helped pave the way to Lani’s decisiveyesjust now.
Now that she’d agreed to spend a few more hours making love with him, he was wary of saying anything more in case it was the wrong thing. He just drove, using his inner GPS more than his eyes.
His mother’s turnoff should be… here. He eased the truck to the right and prayed he wouldn’t knock down the modest sign marking her road.
“How did you know to turn? I can’t see a thing.”
“Thunder told me.”
“Well, that certainly explains it.”
“I know these roads. I’ve driven them so many times I’ve bragged that I could do it blindfolded. I guess I can, because I can’t see anything, either.”
