Free Slow Summer Kisses by Shannon Stacey Page B

wouldn’t see eye to eye. They were too different and she’d do well to remember that. She could want him. She could have him. She could even enjoy his fully-clothed company. But she couldn’t get attached to him.

Chapter Seven
    Three weeks later…
    “I never should have taught you how to drive.”
    Anna laughed and merged her car into highway traffic. It was a bright red, late-model Honda Civic Cam had helped her pick out the weekend before and she was madly in love with it. It was a lot easier to drive than his pick-up and definitely better on gas. It was quick and agile—zippy, she liked to call it—and it suited her perfectly.
    “You must be a good teacher, since I have a shiny new driver’s license in my purse.”
    “I shouldn’t be surprised since you threw yourself into passing that test the same way you throw yourself into everything—throttle wide open. You can probably quote entire passages from the driver’s manual.”
    “It was nice of them to put it online. I could carry it around on my phone.” She put on her left turn signal, glanced over her left shoulder and shifted lanes, accelerating at the same time. “We should do something to celebrate. Think of something.”
    “For starters you could slow down and get back in the right lane.”
    “I don’t want to be behind that truck. It smells.”
    “I could drive.”
    “Or you could walk.” That was the nice thing about having her own car. She was the boss of it and, therefore, the boss of her passengers. “I can’t take all day if I want to get back in time for knitting club. Now that my scarf is long enough so I’ll have to start calling it a really skinny blanket soon, Pearl’s going to teach me how to bind it off.”
    “And a lovely scarf it is,” Cam said.
    “It’s not that bad.” After she’d somewhat mastered basic stitches and learned to relax her hands a little, she’d ripped out the original project and started a new scarf actually worthy of being called that. It wasn’t perfect, but it didn’t look like a cat had gotten tangled in it and fought its way free, either. “Did you finish the trunk for Don?”
    “Wrapping it up this afternoon.”
    They fell into a companionable silence that even lasted through her getting off the highway and pointing the car toward home. Cam tended to be a lot less cranky now, which was good. She wasn’t sure if it was the regular sex they were having or if he was just getting used to her, but she liked it.
    He’d taken today off to accompany her to Concord for her driver’s test, but usually they each did their own thing during the day, then had supper together. More often than not they spent the night together, but always at his place. They’d started getting frisky at hers once, but they both balked at the idea of moving the action to her grandparents’ bed.
    All in all, her time at Askaskwi Lake was turning out to be a lot more relaxing than she’d first anticipated, except when she stopped in front of the refrigerator and analyzed what was going on in her life. Each day that passed without a job offer seemed to add a dark chunk to the black raincloud hovering over her. She’d already had to drop the bar a little, sending out a second and then third round of resumés to companies that hadn’t been on her original A-list. Even though she tried to hide it, she was starting to get a little twitchy about it. She wasn’t ready to be left behind by the career she’d dedicated almost her entire life to.
    They were running a little later than she’d anticipated, but she had her knitting with her, so she pulled into Cam’s driveway to drop him off. He leaned over and kissed goodbye before opening his door. Then he kissed her again, so thoroughly she would have skipped knitting class if not for the fact she had to learn to bind her scarf off before she needed attendants to carry the trailing end behind her.
    “Have fun.” He got out and closed the door, then waved before he