Even so, it didn’t stop her from dropping her mouth lower and savoring the skin in the dip above his sternum. His hands slid underneath the hoodie, circling her bare back and then locking around her hips again, pulling her even closer.

She wasn’t entirely sure where she wanted this to go, but she didn’t want it to stop. It didn’t matter that her knee was digging painfully into the door and Gabe was wearing a seat belt and Samson was suddenly very interested in what they were doing. The curious dog gave Olivia’s ear a sniff and followed it with a solid lick across it. A few loose strands of her hair got caught in his mouth in the process. Olivia pulled back from Gabe, laughing and dragging her wrist across her ear. “Talk about a wet willy.”

“Samson, bud, lie down.” When Samson obeyed and sank back onto the seat with a grunt that seemed a touch exaggerated, Gabe unclicked his seat belt. After releasing it with obvious care so as not to catch her up in it, he sat up straight and kissed her with an intensity that made her feel as if she were melting into a puddle. “You’re so damn beautiful it hurts.”

So damn beautiful it hurts. No one had ever said anything like that to her. Ever.

She and Trevor had been in tenth grade when he’d asked her to homecoming, and they’d been friends as kids. She suspected she could’ve dyed her hair gray and sported a pair of baggy overalls at their wedding and Trevor wouldn’t have noticed.

Gabe’s hands slipped underneath her hoodie again, confident and searching and respectful at the same time. Olivia was savoring the sensation of running her lips along the edge of his jaw and over to his earlobe when Samson woofed and Gabe jerked back abruptly.

“What the… Looks like we have company.”

Olivia sucked in a breath as she glanced out Gabe’s driver’s-side window. They did have company. And not just anyone. Her stomach flipped full circle. An instant queasiness settled in and her face burned hot. “Of all the luck.”

The man from the feed store was idling directly across from them in a truck, a look of clear disapproval on his face. I’ll be telling your grandpa I saw you.

Now he wouldn’t just be telling her grandpa. He’d be telling the whole town.

Olivia scrambled off Gabe’s lap and dove awkwardly to her seat, a considerably more difficult feat on return.

Gabe cleared his throat. “You okay if I see what he wants?”

Olivia pressed her eyes closed for a split second. “Yeah, go ahead. It can’t make things any worse.”

He rolled down his window. “Can I help you?”