The Doctor's Sleigh Bell Proposal. Susan Carlisle

with him.

      “Maybe I should just ride in the back of the truck,” she murmured.

      Chance looked out the window shield. “Not in this storm. Scoot over.”

      “To where? I’m practically sitting in Marco’s lap now.” She shifted away from him but it made little difference. Her right side was sealed to his left from shoulder to knee.

      Marco put the truck into gear and it launched forward. They hadn’t gone far when the truck hit a bump that almost brought her down in Chance’s lap. She squirmed away from him. Gritting her teeth, she did her best not to touch him any more than necessary. Her mind as well as her body were hyperaware of even his breathing. She’d be sore in the morning from her muscles being tense in her effort to put space between them.

      The storm continued to rage around them as they traveled over the muddy roads. Finally, they reached the poorly maintained paved road. She was exhausted and the cab was warm and steamy. With the steady swish-swish of the wipers the only sound in the cab, Ellen’s chin soon bobbed toward her chest. Sometime during the ride her head came to rest against a firm cushion.

      A hand on her arm shook her. “We’re home.”

      Ellen jerked straight. She’d been leaning against Chance’s shoulder. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.”

      He ignored her, reached for the door handle and said a little stiffly, “Since it’s so late we won’t be eating in the dining room tonight. A supper tray will be brought to your hut.”

      A light rain fell as she climbed down from the van. “I’m glad. I don’t think I have the energy to walk up to the main building.”

      Karen joined them and handed Ellen her backpack. “I’m headed for a hot shower and bed.”

      “Me too,” Ellen agreed. “I’ll walk with you. Good night,” she said to the group in general.

      “We have another early morning tomorrow. Be here ready to go at six a.m.,” Chance called after them.

      Karen mumbled, “Slave driver.”

      Ellen giggled. “And a few other things.”

      Foliage dripped around them and the moon shone above as they walked along the path toward their huts.

      “Chance is something else, isn’t he?” Karen said with admiration in her voice.

      “He’s something all right,” Ellen mumbled.