They were mostly silent on the drive home. Mitch found a country music station and turned it on low volume.

"You need to learn Texas-style music," he told her, letting the deep baritone of a familiar voice fill the silence in the truck cab.

By the time they reached the ranch, between the beer, the dancing and the music, Autumn was feeling as mellow as she ever had in her life. She dug into her purse for the keys to the house but Mitch shook his head.

"Uh-uh. I've ...