"Whatever." I glared and rolled my eyes. "Are you going to tell me?"

"I have an appointment today, but then you hit the little red button. So now you're coming along," he said.

"Yeah, you mentioned that. It doesn't explain where we're going." Did he need me to beg? What appointment and where?

He chucked, which was getting slightly annoying with the laughing and the not telling. "You'll see."

Broadrick slowed and then used his blinker to turn right into the car dealership on the side of the road. "You're going to buy a van?"

Broadrick glanced at me in horror as he parked. "Absolutely not. I am not a van person."

"SUV?" I smirked and pointed at a white one in the lot to our left. "We can get you a Soccer Mom sticker for the backend."

He leaned over for a kiss, but rather than let our lips meet, he bit my bottom lip. "Something rugged and manly."

Broadrick got out and met me at the back of the car, where he waved to a sales agent outside the building as he approached. "I need something to help me fit in here in Maine if this is where we're going to live."

My stomach curled at the use of "we" again. I promised myself I wouldn't let him back into my heart too quickly, but I seemed helpless to stop it from happening.

We met the sales agent at the edge of the sidewalk in front of the building. He wore a dark blue suit and had his hair perfectly gelled back into a fashionable style. All class. Definitely working on commission.

"I'm glad you could make it, Mr. MacGregor," he said as he shook Broadrick's hand and then reached for mine. "Today is a great day for a new vehicle. I'm Robert and ready to help you find exactly what you're looking to see today."

I squeezed his hand extra hard to prove I wasn't a pushover. When he pulled away, he shook it out at his side. "Broadrick really wants to see the van."

The overeager salesman followed my hand as I pointed at the white steed we'd parked beside, and his warm smile faltered. "He does?"

"Oh, yeah."

Broadrick placed his hands on both of my shoulders. "Don't kid, sweetheart. She jokes," he said, making eye contact with our sales guy.

"But I'm so good at it, B," I said, grabbing his hand and holding it. One of us should have been smart enough to bring an umbrella. It wasn't a hard rain, but if he took too long looking at vehicles we'd be soaked.

Robert smiled again with a sense of relief. "Of course. You didn't strike me as a van man."

What did that mean? Did he just diss van people? His comment would displease my mother greatly. She loved her old van before she'd upgraded after Vivi and I were older.

"I had your selections brought over here, so we didn't have to walk the entire lot," Robert said, leading us to a space on the side of the dealership. These people in Clearwater were never any fun. They had no sense of humor. All business with this town.

The lot smelled like asphalt and testosterone underneath the wet rain odor. It mixed together to create a miss-match of aroma delights. I kind of liked it.

"Selections?" I whispered to Broadrick as Robert walked a few feet ahead of us.

He shrugged and squeezed my hand. "Their online tool."

Hmmm. Apparently, my guy spent time online car shopping when I wasn't around. The next time he commented about me purse shopping on Facebook, I'd be ready for him.

"Look at you being all fancy," I said rather than give him a warning about the purse thing. It had more impact as a surprise attack.

Robert stopped beside three trucks, all parked in a row on the side of the building. I guess a truck was more Broadrick's style. All three of them were huge and rugged, like he planned to chop down a tree and haul it somewhere. We'd have to buy him more flannel.

Broadrick stopped in front of the trucks and laid his hand on the front bumper of a black ... something. A big one with a long bed in the back. Truck knowledge was never my strong point. He patted the hood and nodded. I raised a brow at his behavior.

He answered with a laugh. "To fit in with Ridge's crew."

I squeezed his hand that still held mine. I didn't realize he felt the need to fit in somewhere. Ridge and the men who worked for him mostly drove big black trucks and the black SUVs for work vehicles. They were a sight to see in our small town, especially when he had a convoy of them going somewhere.

"And the big white one?" I asked as Broadrick led me to the side of the black truck but let my hand go when he opened the door to peek inside.

The white truck was at the end of the three and had bigger tires, so it sat higher than the other two. Broadrick barely glanced in its direction after he shut the door on the black truck.

"Is the white truck to compete with the bounty hunter?" I thought Tony and Broadrick developed a slight camaraderie, but the white ram heads in the back lights of the white truck had me questioning.

Broadrick laughed again. "There's no competition. The white one is bigger."

Robert popped his head into the conversation. "The Dodge Ram is an excellent vehicle. We just got it in last week, and our mechanic has already cleared it for sale."

The two men started talking specs and haul loads, and I left them to check out the red truck. Two thick black racing stripes broke up the bright red color right down the hood of the truck. It looked like someone mated a truck with a race car. The front grill had Shelby written in red across it. I had to pull myself into the cab by the door handle, but once I plopped myself in the driver's seat, I breathed in the hearty smell of leather. Nice.

I moaned. Something about leather just hit me in the feels. Who didn't love the orgasmic odor of leather? Especially in purse or vehicle form.

The windows were already down, and I leaned my head out of the passenger side to interrupt their chatting. "You should get this one. I can totally see myself driving this one."

Broadrick opened the side door and sat in the passenger seat of the red truck. "Absolutely not. You have trouble parking the Camero."

"Her name is Rachel, and we'll name this guy..." I had to think about it for a second. "Clifford."

His eye twitched. "The big red dog?"

"No, the big red truck." Duh. It wasn't a dog.

Broadrick kissed me on the lips-probably to shut me up.

Too bad it didn't work.

"What about having a bigger one than Tony?" I asked once he pulled away and resettled in his seat.

Broadrick smirked. "This would make mine longer."

I laughed, choking on my spit as he called over Robert, who spoke to him through the passenger window. "The lady has spoken. I'll take the red one."

Robert beamed and I swear I saw dollar signs flash in his eyes. "Wonderful. I'll complete the paperwork now, and you can drive it off the lot today. I'll even arrange for someone to return the Camero to your residence if you'd like to leave together."

The humor of the situation dropped. "I don't trust just anyone to drive her. She's practically brand new."

Broadrick snorted beside me. "There are holes in the back bumper." Robert's mouth fell open.

"Not just any holes." Those were war wounds. "Bullet holes."

Robert scoffed in disbelief and then shook his head. "You are from Pelican Bay."

What did that mean?

I almost got the chance to ask, but Broadrick opened the truck door, forcing Robert to move, and jumped out. "Let's get started on that paperwork."

An hour and a half later-which, mind you, is not quick-Broadrick was finally behind the wheel of his new truck.

"I like how tall we sit," I said as we drove back to Pelican Bay. "I can look down at all the people. Think of the things you could drive over, and you wouldn't even notice."

Broadrick laughed. "And that is why you never get to drive my truck."

"Clifford." He needed to adjust to the name now, so he didn't forget it. "And that sounds sexist. I let you drive Rachel around all the time."

I swear, the last few weeks he'd driven her more than me. He'd have to let me drive the truck eventually. I'd make sure of it. Or do it when he wasn't around.

"I don't daydream about all the things I can run over while driving her."

"It wasn't a daydream." Just a thought. Broadrick turned on the main street leading to Pelican Bay and an idea hit me. "Hey, I want to do something."

"Yeah?" He slowed once we passed the pelican and the speed limit lowered.

I pointed at a side road, and he turned without question. "Let's break in the new truck. I've never been to the town's make-out point."

He smiled. "That is hard to believe. You never had a hot guy take you?"

"Nope." This guy named Scott offered once, but he had braces and didn't seem like a smart choice.

I pointed at another side road, and Broadrick turned. "Good."

"Turn here. Into this parking lot."

He glanced at me with his first questions. "By the church."

"It's a lot by the entrance to the woods." When boys wanted to scare the girls, they took them for a late-night walk after making out. So many things happened in those woods. The stories could keep a grown man up for days. Small towns were not the innocent places people assumed.

Broadrick found a spot as far away from the church as possible, and once he shut off the truck, I climbed over the middle seat and positioned myself on his lap, facing him. I kissed him once on the lips for a taste. Grape. When did he steal more of our gum?

"It's daylight," he said when I settled on top of him and stuck his hand under my shirt.

I nodded. Definitely daylight. He should have splurged on the tinted windows. No one ever used the lot besides the teenagers. The trail heads weren't as nice. "Yup."

My teeth tugged on his bottom lip as I kissed him. Broadrick wrapped his hands around my ass and pulled me closer, letting me feel the bulge as it grew in his pants.

"We're parked behind a church," he said as his hand crept up my shirt.

Kids didn't have many options on where to go in this town. We had to improvise. "Uh-huh. Don't stress. No one is here."

The church was empty until weekend services.

I kissed him harder and finally Broadrick relaxed. He moaned into my mouth as I rocked myself on his lap. His hands rose slowly until his fingers traced the outline of my bra and excitement grew in my belly. He relaxed under me as I nibbled on his chin and ran my hands over his covered chest.

I was finally making out with a hot guy at make-out point!

A knuckle rapped on the window, sending us both jerking to attention as Broadrick grabbed on to me tightly and pressed me to him.