Sherrie tucked the few possessions had left into the back of her hybrid SUV, then shut the hatch and then turned to Daisy. "Are you sure you want to catch a ride with Sam? You trust him to behave himself?"

Daisy smiled. "Not too sure. He did promise to jump me... I mean my car."

Sherrie giggled and winked. "You sure you didn’t mean for him to jump you and not the car?"

Daisy flushed and turned away. Max climbed into his truck, while Daisy got into Sam’s Porsche.

Sherrie needed to hit the ATM, so she waved Max ahead and made a detour to the bank.

Five minutes later, her stomach lurched as she pulled into the bank parking lot.

Oh God, no! She knew that black truck beside the ATM. A shot of anxiety rocked her to the core. She had too many memories of packing up that truck with all her stuff, making love in the bed beneath the starry skies at Big Bear. Damn it, she knew that dark haired head peering out the driver’s side window and that steady, slow hand reaching for the slip of paper and plastic card.

Jake! Absently, she batted at the fuzzy pink dice hanging from her rearview mirror. They’d been a gift from Jake after an impromptu trip to Vegas. Could she turn around and back out? No, he’d spotted her. She knew it when he pulled into a parking spot, got out of his truck and started walking to her SUV. Sighing, she decided that she might as well face him now, rather than later.

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