Her lips pursed a sigh of relief.
Wearing faded ice-blue jeans and a white polo t-shirt, he was quite a sight. His dark hair was damp like he had just showered, and his long locks had been neatly pushed back. Watching his back muscle ripple through his t-shirt, Caroline silently chastised herself for drooling over a man she barely knew.
Wiping that smile etched on her lips, she walked toward him.
The clickety-clack of her heels made him turn back, and he waved at her. And that beaming smile on his face…
'Oh! Boy!'
Suddenly she felt her knees weaken.
"Sorry, I had to buy some clothes. So I left the motel early. I wanted to call you but…"
"But…?"
He hesitates with her sudden question, his brows jotting for a second. "I ... I thought you needed some good sleep. I mean, the last couple of days have been a bit heavy on you!"
