They stepped off the front porch and into the bright sunshine. She raised her hand up to shield her eyes. She'd been squirreled away in the office for so long, she'd rather forgotten what it was like to go outside into the sunshine and fresh air. It was still cool, the clouds busily scuttling away in the brilliant blue sky, but she knew by tomorrow, it would be hot again – typical summer temperatures. This reprieve from the heat wouldn't last much longer.
Stetson looked down at her skirt and then up at her. "I guess we'll go in the truck. I'd been thinking the four-wheeler, but I don't think you could straddle it in that outfit."
She looked down at the skirt with chagrin. "I wish I'd thought to pack pants," she said, as he helped her swing up into the passenger seat of the truck. "Is there a place in town that sells jeans?"
He closed the door and walked around to the other side, waiting until he opened the driver's door to answer, "Frank's does. Have you been there yet?"