I close the garage door after I turn off the engine. I grab Kendra’s bag and open my door. And by the time I reach the passenger side, Kendra is sliding out of the truck. The overhead lights are on night mode, filling the garage with a dim glow. I hold out my hand to Kendra. She slides her palm against mine. Her fingers are cool, and I wrap mine around hers. I’ll warm you up soon, Baby.
