Gravel crunched under slowing tire treads on the shoulder, and I looked up to wave them off. I was no damsel in distress. But the sight of Tyler's pickup and his concerned face through the windshield had me freezing. Now I was really embarrassed. I straightened, wiping gravel off my knees and pulling my dress down. He hopped out of his truck, his work boots crunching dirt beneath him.
