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Londyn sighed and closed her eyes. “When we get to the ranch, I’ll call her. For now, I really want to take a nap. I didn’t get much sleep last night.”
Nash’s lips curled up in a grin. “Me, either.”
Though Londyn’s eyes remained closed, her mouth curved in a smile. “What did you do with those grapes Cookie gave you?”
He chuckled. “I’m saving those for when we get to LJ Ranch. I have plans for those grapes.”
Her eyelids opened for a brief moment as she cast a glance his way. “Are you going to share them?”
His gaze met hers briefly. “Absolutely.”
Londyn closed her eyes again and leaned her head against the headrest of her seat. “Then I really do need a nap.” She covered her mouth as she yawned. “Wake me if you need me to drive.”
“Sleep,” Nash said. “I’ve got this.”
“You didn’t get any more sleep than I did last night.”
“I can get by on a lot less sleep than the average man,” he said.
“Because you’re not an average man,” Londyn said softly.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“Do that,” she said. “And wake me when we get there.”
True to her word, Londyn leaned her head against the door. She was out in under two minutes.
Nash spent the next few hours studying her face, committing thick eyelashes, exotic skin tone and proud angles to memory. She was a beautiful woman with a drive and determination he hadn’t witnessed in many other women.
After memorizing every line and contour of her face and remembering the sexy curves of her body now encased in sweats, Nash came to a startling conclusion.
He liked her.
Really liked her.
If he wasn’t careful, he could fall in love with this woman.
The air left his lungs.
He turned his full attention back to the road, where it should be—not on the woman sleeping peacefully beside him. To keep her safe, he needed complete focus.
His gaze slipped to Londyn as if it had a mind of its own.
CHAPTER 13
“Hey, sweetheart,” a deep voice said as if from the end of a long tunnel. “Wake up.”
A hand on Londyn’s shoulder shook her gently.
She blinked her eyes open and stared out through the front windshield of her truck at the house that had been her home for the past twenty-one years. Her heart swelled with joy.
Home.
As quickly as the joy filled her, it vanished. Gramps wouldn’t come out on the porch to greet her ever again. He wouldn’t be there to give her his gruff hugs or sage advice.
A big black Ford F-250 pickup was parked beside them.
“Does the truck belong to one of your ranch hands?” Nash asked.
