Chapter 9
Daniel slid into the well-lit car and found a seat. He piled his bags next to him and slumped, putting his aching head in his hands.
Thoughts of solid muscle under tight blue cotton, mismatched eyes, and quicksilver humor filled his head more than he liked. He ran through the conversation and couldn’t forget Clark’s last look of shock and disappointment. Still, given what Daniel knew about Clark, the entire encounter must have been nothing more than a come-on to warm a lonely night.