As they drove northeast on Highway 198, Cole watched Jenny out of the corner of his eye.
Back at the ranch, shed crossed her arms and stiffly watched as hed filled two royal blue nylon hay bags and hung them in the trailer before he loaded first Dahlia and then Apollo into their stalls. Then shed reluctantly climbed into the cab of the truck. He hadnt missed the way she swiped her palms on the thighs of her jeans before protectively crossing her arms.
At the end of the gravel drive, hed gotten out to open the gate. Inside the truck, Jenny had sunk as low as her seatbelt would allow, her hat tilted down over her brow and her purple sunglasses shielding her eyes.