It was late when they headed back to the farm, but neither of them was eager to go. Neither wanted the evening to end. It had been a perfect day. Jonathan, eased the Jag on to highway 295, building up to the speed limit. Traffic was nearly nonexistent because of the hour. He shifted the car into fourth gear, and sat back, his arm on the back of the seat.

Jennifer watched him. His handsome features highlighted by the lights of the dash and the light reflected in his eyes made them shine. She was pre...