In a Cowboy's Arms. Rebecca Winters

the time she’d climbed behind the wheel, he’d reached the passenger side. Not considering the wisdom of it, he got in and shut the door.

      “What are you doing?” She sounded panicked.

      Jarod forced his voice to remain calm. “Isn’t it obvious? We have unfinished business, Sadie. While we’re alone, now is as good a time as any to talk.” He stretched his arm along the back of the seat, fighting the urge to plunge his hand into her silky hair the way he’d done so many times in the past. “To pretend we don’t have a history serves no purpose. What I’m interested to know is how you can dismiss it so easily.”