Searching For Love (Contemporary Cowboy Romance) (Carson Hill Ranch series: Book 2) by Amelia Rose Page B

sorry we didn’t get to spend more time together. I would really have liked to get to know you better.” He turned and walked toward the truck, turning back once sadly to see Amy still standing, watching him go.
    “Carey, wait!” She finally called, running behind him. “I’ll go with you.”
    “What? You can’t just cancel your trip. No, don’t be silly. Stay here and enjoy the rest of the drive.”
    “Have you seen me on a horse? What part of that looks like I’m enjoying it? And I know for sure the horse isn’t loving it. We’ll switch off driving and you can get there faster if you don’t have to worry about being rested.”
    “Amy, really, I appreciate it, but…”
    “…but you don’t want me to go,” she finished for him, dropping her voice. “Oh. I see. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude. Go ahead.” She stepped back and looked around awkwardly, embarrassed at Carey’s rejection.
    “No, that’s not it!” He promised, coming back to her and putting a hand on her shoulder. “I just can’t ask you to get involved in this. There’s a…situation…back home. Someone’s already attacked the house, and I can’t put you in danger.”
    “I don’t mind that, as long as you’re sure that’s all it is. If you don’t want me to go, I’ll butt out, but if you want to make it there before dark, I can help. I want to help.” Amy looked at him confidently, none of her former wallflower showing through anymore. Carey watched her face for only a moment, then nodded.
    “Come on, throw your stuff in the truck. We have to leave in about five minutes. I’ll wait over here.”
    Amy nodded, all business now that she was helping out, and ran to retrieve her things. Not even a nasty remark from Karen about how Amy was chasing after him and throwing herself at an “oppressor” could dampen her mood. She was glad to be getting off this rather difficult and disappointing cattle drive, no matter how desperate the circumstances that caused it, and the added benefit was that she would be spending this time with Carey.
    By the time she returned, Carey was stepping into the driver’s seat of a rather large truck. She shook her head, jerking her thumb at the passenger seat. “Uh-uh, mister, you only had a couple of hours’ sleep. Let me start out first, and you can sleep in the back seat.”
    “Amy, I just realized something. You have to have a CDL license to drive this kind of truck. I don’t think you’re going to want to manage it,” Carey said, wincing at having already promised her she could help out.
    “For your information,” she began sarcastically, jutting out her hip and slapping her hand on her waist. “I happen to have a CDL license. And I’ve driven vehicles far bigger than this little thing. So slide yourself over there, get that sweatshirt under your head, and let me hear some snoring, cowboy!”
    Amy flashed Carey a knowing look and climbed in the driver’s seat, leaving him dumbfounded as he resorted to getting in the back. He started to tell her how to use the GPS, but realized she probably knew how to work something as simple as that. After peeking over the top of the seat to make sure she was headed in the right direction on the highway, he laid back and closed his eyes for just a moment but sat ramrod straight when he felt how fast they were going.
    “Amy! Slow down! You’re doing almost a hundred miles an hour!” Carey called out nervously.
    “It’s okay, Carey, I have this. This is nothing for me,” she answered calmly, checking her mirror before crossing the centerline to pass someone in her lane. She moved back over and kept going, the wind rushing past the windows making a dull roar that followed them.
    Within only minutes, a police car pulled out behind them, lights and sirens blaring. Carey began to sweat, aware for the first time that he couldn’t actually remember Amy’s last name from her paperwork. Amy pulled over and reached into her purse for her wallet,