“Buckle up,” I say as I pull the belt and nudge him with it. Reluctantly, he takes it and buckles before I shut the door. As I’m rounding the back of my truck, I come up short when I see her. She walks in a way it’s hard not to notice her. Long legs and that confident, bouncy stride. Jane’s steps slow when she sees me. Her long blonde hair is pulled up into a ponytail, the green ends swaying around her shoulders. Bright pink lips pull into a wide smile. “I’m starting to think you’re following me.”
