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that I didn’t really have to pay too much attention to where I was driving on this service road because I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her. The sheer joy on her face was captivating. Intoxicating. Mesmerizing.
    That’s how it was with Cara. One second, I would think that I had my feelings for her under control. Then in the next, she would tilt her head, look away, sigh, smile, laugh, or blush and I would be stunned speechless. In an instant, she could pull me under her spell. Which was exactly what had happened that day out in the field. One moment, I’d been watching her running with Destiny and Harmony, and the next, all I could see was her angelically illuminated face.
    Sometimes, when I looked at her, I honestly believed that God had created the sun just so he could shine it on Cara.
    “Oh my gosh!” She wiped the moisture that had formed beneath her eyes from her laughter. “Did I ever tell you how sick I got from eating all that?”
    “No. You got sick?”
    “Oh yeah!” She nodded vigorously. “I didn’t think I would ever stop throwing up. It was even worse than my first round of chemo.”
    At the mention of her treatment, the energy in the truck shifted. It was like a dark cloud had rolled in and was blocking Cara’s light.
    I wished I knew what to say. I wished I knew how to put that smile back on her beautiful face. I wished I had the right words to lighten the heavy atmosphere.
    “I still can’t believe that it’s really behind me,” Cara whispered softly—more to herself than to me—as she stared off as if she were a million miles away.
    I was so focused on her that I didn’t steer away from the pothole just before her house. The truck jostled Cara as my left wheel dipped into the uneven surface and she slid towards me. I grabbed her leg to steady her as I pushed the brake.
    When the truck rolled to a stop, I looked at where my hand was resting on Cara’s bare thigh and awareness shot through me like a bolt of electricity.
    Not only had my hand landed much higher than I’d thought, but the feeling of her silky skin beneath my work-roughened fingers combined with the sight of my tan hand against her creamy fair skin was so fucking erotic. Tingles burst in my palm as my jeans grew snug.
    For an all-too-brief moment in time, neither of us moved or spoke. We sat perfectly still, our labored breathing and my pounding heart the only sounds in the small, confined space. Without checking with my head (at least the one on my shoulders), I flexed my hold and watched as Cara’s skin dipped beneath my fingertips.
    I barely registered the tremor that raced through Cara’s body before she shot out of the truck like a clown out of a circus cannon.
    “Thanks for the ride!” she called out just before the door shut behind her.
    As she disappeared into her house, I tried to figure out what the hell had just happened between us.
    Never before had I felt so connected to another person. It was like our bodies were finely tuned to a frequency only the two of us were on. I wasn’t sure exactly how to describe it, but I did know one thing for certain: I was going to enjoy the hell out of exploring it. And, whether Cara knew it or not, she was too.

Chapter 3
    Cara
    “Finding a good man is like tryin’ to bag flies.”
    ~ Dolly Briggs
    “W hy do they call it morning sickness when it lasts all day?” Destiny sat on my couch, cuddled up with saltine crackers and 7UP.
    “It’s a conspiracy to make pregnancy seem more appealing. If they called it what it really was, no one would get knocked up,” Harmony said from the kitchen, where she was pulling out the chocolate chip and walnut cookies Destiny was making. She was in the process of opening her bakery, Sugar Rush, and trying out a new recipe. And Harmony and I were all too eager to be taste-testers.
    “Hopefully it will only last for a few more weeks. Isn’t the first trimester usually the worst?” I asked, knowing from experience that, when you