“Do we need to talk about your running away, young lady?” he whispered.
“Oh, please, no,” I begged.
He chuckled lightly and hugged me close. “Just the once, you understand? Next time...”
“I’ll be good,” I promised, snuggling closer to him. He gave me a few more minutes to enjoy listening to his breathing before shaking me gently.
“Come on,” he said, pushing a curly lock of hair behind my ear. “Let’s get you some gas and get you home. You look like you could use some sleep.”
I winced, but didn’t comment. I was sure I looked about the same as any woman would whose just been tanned within an inch of her life.
“Oh, and Mona?”
“Were you planning on putting your panties back on? If you leave them in the bed of my truck, I’m betting the guys will have a lot of questions for me at work tomorrow.”