Nate kept his eyes on the rear-view mirrors, and he saw Ginger high-tail it down the driveway and across the lane to the shed. She ran the last few steps, and he made an angry sound.
“Idiot,” he chastised himself. But surely the feelings he felt for her couldn’t be one-sided. She had to feel something. Didn’t she?
Nate had been out of the dating game for …
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