Chapter 10

Eliza sucked in air as her car pulled into the parking lot of the gas station she’d agreed to meet Oliver at.  She couldn’t help equating his long, muscled figure as he leaned against the side of his late model, immaculate looking black GMC pickup truck in his faded denim jeans and form fitting black tee shirt to a male model she’d admired in one of her father’s farm magazines a few months back.  For the life of her, she couldn’t remember the name of the magazine or the exact looks of the model. She just remembered that he was sexy and pleasing to the eye.  She was certain that if they came to Oliver and asked him to pose, those lean muscles straining against the fabric of his shirt would make a mighty find picture. Better than the model in the magazine. 

What she was oblivious to was the fact that Oliver was having  a similar reaction to seeing her in her well-worn, form fitting khaki hiking pants and navy tee shirt that