Page 2 of Making It Up

Deep breath.

The fact that I also note her curves and that her hair has long, loose curls is secondary to all of that. We’re out in a fucking field in the middle of nowhere with an approaching storm. I’m not going to ask her out.

Plus, she’s the type to be out in a fucking field in the middle of nowhere with an approaching storm. She’s not my type.

Hell, as far as I know, she just robbed the bank or she’s a serial killer hiding out here to stay off the radar.

Okay, I would have heard if the bank had been robbed or if there had been any suspicious deaths.

Chances are she was out here fucking around and got stuck.

So, she’s got a great shape and isn’t very bright.

Which means now I need to worry about her rather than getting my ass back to town before I’m pelted by hail or swept up by a tornado.

Or worse, my new truck is.

“So you’re fine?” I ask dryly.

She shrugs. “My naked moon dancing is completely ruined but hey, there will be another full moon, right?”

“You were going to…” I sigh. I don’t care. She’s trespassing. And there’s a fucking tornado coming. That’s all that matters. “This is private property.”

“Bob Sanders,” she says with a nod. “He knows I’m here.”

“Bob is cool with naked moon dancing?”

Bob Sanders is seventy-two, has farmed this land for sixty of those, starting back when he helped his father as a kid, and goes to church every Sunday. Bob’s raised five children and twelve grandchildren on this land, buried his parents and his wife of forty-eight years on this land, and has let many kids learn to hunt and fish on this land. I don’t think Bob’s down for naked moon dancing on this land.

“Bob doesn’t ask me a lot of questions,” she says.

“I’m going to have to talk to him about that.” I take a step forward. “After I lecture you about not coming out this far by yourself this late at night.”

“Because I’m a woman? “she asks, stepping toward me.

I frown. “Because you could get a flat tire.” I gesture toward her car. Now that I'm closer, I can see her back driver’s side tire is flat. There is a jack next to it and a spare tire lying on the grass, but it’s clear she didn’t have level ground and couldn’t get the car jacked up to change it.

Still, it seems she tried.

That’s something.

“And…forget your phone? “I pose it as a question because I assume there’s a reason she hasn’t called anyone.

She holds a phone up and wiggles it. “Died.”

“Exactly. So you shouldn’t be this far out by yourself.”

“I have to come this far out to get good prints.”

I frown. “Prints?”

“Animal footprints. Or pawprints. I’m doing a project.”

I take another step forward, frowning. She was out wandering around by herself looking for animal prints? “What kind of animals?”

“All kinds. Rabbits, raccoons, foxes, coyotes.”

“Mountain lions?”