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Chapter 4

The ride in the old truck doesn't last long, but it's laced with slightly uncomfortable silence and a lot of doubt and regret. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, to get into a cute strangers truck in the middle of the night on a dark deserted road.

The only sound is the crooning sounds of what I believe to be Patsy Cline. I only know this because my mother was a huge fan and listened to her often while I was growing up. I hear the words of "Crazy" being sung and it's hitting a little too close to home right now. I feel crazy and foolish for being in this vehicle right now. I'm smarter than this, than riding with strange men.

How do I know he's not taking me down by the river to make me squeal like a pig or something? Oh my goodness, again with the horror movies, this time with Deliverance. I try to scan the dark surroundings for a rustling body of water and see none. One crisis averted, for now anyway.

I'm so lost in thought, worrying about my decision that I jump when I hear his voice. "What's going on in the pretty little head of yours, ma'am?"

I can't be honest with him, so I make something up.

"Oh I was just looking around to see if you guys had a creek or a river around here. I guess I'm wondering what you do to cool off around here in this Alabama heat?"

I'm not sure if he buys it, but he just gives that sexy smirk again and responds. "Why, you afraid I'm gonna take you down to a river and make you squeal like a pig?" And what the hell? Did I say that out loud a few minutes ago? Freaking no filter, I tell you.

I give him a confused look, because he's glancing my way for the moment. "Um—no. Um—I mean, what?" He just turns his head back to the road and lets out a loud belly laugh and I have yet to see the humor in what he asked.

"I'm sorry, but you mind letting me in on this little joke of yours?" Yeah, I'm kinda freaking out again. He might be the sexiest man I've ever seen, but he sure is creeping me the hell out right now.

I think he can tell too, because he sobers up quickly, keeping his eyes on the road. "I'm sorry. It's just that usually people associate our little town with that movie Deliverance. But, rest assured that we only have creeks and there are no dueling banjo's going on around here."

His attempt to lighten the situation works, for just a moment anyway. I'm still a little paranoid about this whole thing.

I don't have too long to dwell in fear, because only seconds later we are pulling up to what I'm sure in the morning sunlight, will be the most immaculate ranch I've ever seen.

He pulls up the long white fence lined driveway, and then puts the rust bucket in park. He then turns and gages my reaction for a moment. All I can do is stare in awe of this place and I suddenly can't wait until the morning, because I want to go exploring.

I turn my attention back to him and say, "Wow, this place is amazing, or what I can tell in the dark is."

He gives me a shy smile. "Thank you. It was my parents place actually. They uh-well they passed away about five years ago and left the ranch to my sister Alice and I. That's her place right over there." He points to a pretty little white house with what looks like blue shutters.

"I tried to make her take the big house, right here in front of us, but she said she always liked the guest house better. Something about memories of her and mom and the girl's nights they used to have there. Who was I to argue?"

I'm laden with sadness for this beautiful man in front of me. We've known each other all of about thirty minutes and he's already shared this sentimental story with me. Maybe he was trying to comfort me and I'll admit, though I feel a little depressed for him now, it worked. I trust him a little more anyway.

He reaches to open his door and I can't help but watch his backside as he climbs out. His tight jeans, perfectly sculpt a nice toned ass, and for a moment, I'm wondering what it would look like out of those jeans. I shake my heads from my less than innocent thoughts over my kind stranger, no not stranger, Edward and make my way to climb out as well.

He beats me to the door and says, "No, no, now Ms. Bella, I can't have a lady opening her own doors around here. Now, let me take your bags for ya, please." And how can I resist this sweet man? I can't.

I hand him my bags and let him take my hand and lead me to this big beautiful white house with the same matching blue shutters as the smaller one to the right. Hoping with everything in me that I'm not misjudging his kind nature.

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