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Jon Delk&039;s parents lived in a St Paul suburb, but lately he was spending a lot of titon, North Dakota I made the fourteen-hour drive in nine hours, mostly because I didn&039;t have to stop to pee or eat, and because I went ninety on the interstate almost the whole way I was pulled over three tile et a ticket once

It was the next evening-I&039;d had to get a ain by 5:00 pone were the Minnesota cornfields I was used to; out here, close to the Canadian border, it was all wheat fields and sloughs Got kind of monotonous after a while At least cornfields were an interesting color

I pulled into the ine (I&039;d picked Sinclair&039;s banana yellow Ferrari for this driveninety felt like fifty), staring at the neat, large cream-colored farmhouse with not a little trepidation I wasn&039;t at all looking forward to as co, it was late-for farht For another, Delk and I had not exactly parted on good terms Specifically, he found out we&039;d stomped around inside his head and was not at all pleased He expressed this by shootinghappened) Then he&039;d sto his-on

I stulavender kitten heels to go with hty degrees outside, but I felt cold almost constantly)

I went up the well-lit porch steps, inhaling myriad typical farm odors on my way: manure, wheat, animals, rosebushes, the exhaust from Sinclair&039;s car There were about a zillion crickets in the back field-or at least, that&039;s what it sounded like

I knocked on the porch door and was instantly distracted when a shirtless Delk answered

"Betsy?" he gaped

Fare), blond, nice shoulders, fabbo six-pack Tan, really tan Blond hair al out in the sun all day He s man His hair was da here?"

"Huh?"

His blue eyes went flinty and he squinted past ht into the dark driveway "You didn&039;t bring anyone with you, did you?"

"I ca you in" He crossed his (lared

I opened the screen door and pushed ently "Old wives&039; tale," I said "Got any iced tea?"