“Is it sore?” Tightening my hold on the blanket he had found in the boot for me, I asked, “Are you feeling okay?” “No, Shan.” Tossing the iPod on top of the dashboard, Johnny gave me his full attention. “I actually feel great.” An indulgent smile tugged at his lips, causing the dimples in his cheeks to deepen. “Better than I have in months.”
