Chapter 3

I pull out two more crates,these loaded with unshucked corn,and manage to make enough room to get Missy down.Maybe I was wrong about the guy,but just thinking about that wink he gave me sets my blood on fire.As I unload the truck,my mind is tucked in some fantasy world where Davis stretches above me like the sky,his smile the sun.My motions are automatic,my thoughtsspun out in a whirl,and I don’t hear the approaching footsteps or sense I’m no longer alone until a voice behind me says,“I was beginning to wonder when you’d get to work.”