Jake's POV

He ought to feel ashamed of the way he was feeling. The smug satisfaction, the eager anticipation.

Jake's truck was still dirty from his trip yesterday, but he wasn't bothered. It looked good with a little mud thrown up on it. Let that girl call it a pavement princess now.

Jake had to force his feet to walk casually up the front sidewalk. He wanted to run, he wanted to dance. He felt like he was walking on air. Ripley had called him for help. She was trusting ...