Twilight Texas 02 - The True Love Quilting Club by Lori Wilde

Author:Lori Wilde [Wilde, Lori]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-04-04T21:00:00+00:00

Their fingers touched on the knob, and instantly, they both drew back. Pinpricks of awareness shot up his arm.

“Oh,” she said again.

“Go ahead, put it in neutral.” He nodded, trying to sound cool and unaffected while he rounded up his scattered thoughts, which were running along the lines of: Wonder what it would feel like if her hands were on my gearshift? Sam shook his head, shook off the thoughts. Or tried to. They clung to his mind with the tenacity of a grass burr.

She slid it into neutral. “Next?”

“Turn the key and start the engine.”

“Gotcha,” she crowed triumphantly. “Now what?”

“Slowly ease off the clutch at the same time you give it some gas.”

She peeked down at the floorboard again. “The accelerator is on the right?”

“Yes, and the brake is the one on the left. Remember that.”

Audibly, she sucked in air. “Here goes nothing.” Slowly she eased off the clutch and pressed down on the accelerator. To Sam’s amazement, the car didn’t immediately die. Instead it idled to life.

“Good job.”

She beamed as if he’d told her she’d just been nominated for an Academy Award. “What’s next?”

“Press down on the clutch again and then ease it into first gear as you give it more gas and—”

She popped the clutch, jammed it into first gear, and hit the accelerator al at the same time. The Jeep shot forward. “Look at me! I’m driving.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“Oh crap, I’m driving, I’m driving! What do I do now?”

“Get out of the middle of the street. Stay on the right side of the road, this isn’t England.”

“Man, you just touch it and it goes al over the place.”

Up the street a car was backing out into the road, the driver clearly not looking behind him.

Not trusting Emma to steer out of the way in time, Sam leaned over to grab the wheel. His upper arm grazed her breast.

“Ohh,” she exclaimed. Her warm breath burned the side of his cheek.

His heart gal oped, and Sam guided the Jeep to the far side of the street, narrowly missing the car that had kept on backing out.

“Yipes,” she whispered, “that was a close one.”

He pul ed away, settling into his seat, getting as far from her as the close confines would al ow. “Both hands on the wheel at al times. And always be on guard for the other guy.”

“Thank you,” she chirped, and rol ed her fingers tightly around the steering wheel. “But I probably could have handled that myself.”

“Maybe.”

“You don’t have much confidence in me.”

“Eyes on the road.”

She sped up and the engine revved.

His shoulder muscles bunched. “Put it in second gear, but remember to press in the clutch first. If you don’t, the car wil —”

The Jeep sputtered, died.

“Oops, sorry. Let’s try this again.” She got it started and they were going again, cruising slowly through the neighborhood. “Remember the time I stole Rex’s car?”

“I do. You drove it into a ditch. That’s what worries me.”

“I haven’t been behind the wheel of a car since then.

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