Hauling Ashe by L.B. Dunbar

Life might be a highway but the last thing this grumpy silver fox expected was a cross-country road trip with a ray of sunshine.
“My sister is driving to California. She could give you a ride.”
“What?” Tucker Ashe and I say in unison.

Mae Fox:
Surely, my older sister has lost her mind. There is no way I’m driving her insufferable – albeit sexy silver fox – boss two thousand miles. This is my spirit trip. The Mother Road is intended to help me reclaim myself. Letting go of my past, I’m only looking forward to the path ahead of me.
But my gaze keeps wandering to the rearview mirror, wondering what secrets my grouchy passenger keeps and how that silver scruff might feel blazing a trail on hidden parts of me.

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Tucker Ashe:
Driving me from Chicago to California might be the least this ray of sunshine can do after ruining my new suit. However, being confined with her for seven days in a car named Louie is the last thing I need. Because I don’t want to think about kissing those lips singing off key or the way she beams every time we stop for a photo-op along Route 66.
And I definitely shouldn’t consider asking her to pull over and join me in the backseat for a bit on this crazy journey where memories haunt and every mile hints at a second chance.