There it was again, that fluttering-butterfly feeling in her chest and the urgent need to heave out a massive sigh of aching contentment. Imogen had never really experienced this level of infatuation since early high school, and it was weird and wonderful and illogical. But having spent the past few days interviewing six more wives of drivers, Imogen had definitely seen a pattern—nothing about love was logical. Plain and simple.

Not that she was in love with Ty.

That was ludicrous. But she was in serious like.

“I think that any words spoken with sincerity are of value.” Imogen leaned back on the rock and let the sun wash over her face as her eyes drifted close. “Thank you for bringing me here.”

“The pleasure is truly mine.” Ty was moving around, his boots crunching in the sticks and leaves. “And maybe you should hold off on the thanks until tomorrow morning. After a full day you just might change your mind.”

“What are we going to do?” She was hoping it involved the sleeping bag inside the tent and Ty doing delicious things to her with his mouth.

“Right now we’re going fishing.”

“Oh.” That didn’t quite have the charm of sex, but she could roll with it. Imogen opened her eyes and glanced around. Just trees and more trees. “I don’t see any water.”

“We have to hike there.”

Right. Of course.

“And wear your bathing suit under your clothes so we can go swimming afterwards.”

Swimming sounded more appealing than fishing, hands down. “Okay. Where should I change?”

Ty grinned. “There’s no cabana here, babe. You can change right where you are, or you can go into the tent.”

Imogen felt her cheeks heat up at the thought of just stripping where she was and wriggling into her bathing suit with who knew what’s eyes on her. “I’m not changing out here, there are probably animals lurking all around us.”

Standing with his hands on his hips, he raised his eyebrows. “Why the hell would that matter?”

Just the thought had her crossing her arms over her breasts. “I would be naked! What if there’s a bear or a deer or something watching?”

Ty started laughing. “Do you think the bear’s going to videotape you and put it up on the Internet? They’re animals, they don’t know the difference between you naked and you wearing a prom dress.”

It did sound irrational when he put it that way, but she had never changed outside in her entire life and the concept was foreign and disconcerting. “I’m changing in the tent,” she told him, standing up. “And I may just come out wearing a prom dress, smart-ass.”

He laughed harder. “I would love to see that.”