Ninety minutes, twice a day. Five days a week.
Car pool heaven turns into car pool hell when Anthea Rossignole realizes her lover is having an affair with the other woman sharing their daily commute. It seems that Anthea s successful career as a cost analyst at an oil refinery is the only thing she can really count on these days. Now she s looking for someone to share the long drive.
Shay Sumoto desperately needs a car pool. Though wildly overqualified, the environmental biologist takes a low-paying job testing well samples to keep body and soul together. The debt from her father s terminal illness and the loss of the company she and her father owned have left her with no money, no time and no sense of humor.
When Shay and Anthea begin carpooling together, they find that first impressions of each other don t bode well, and second impressions don t improve their chemistry much. But when Shay uncovers alarming test results in her work information that could cost both of them their jobs Anthea is the only person she trusts for advice. Can two very different women find common ground?
It's Never an Easy Commute on the Freeway of Love.
Originally published by Naiad Press
Anthea rolled down her window and slipped out of her suit jacket. Shay realized she couldn't take her gaze off of Anthea's blouse. When she finally tore her attention back to the road, the sight of those soft, full swells under a high-collared silk shirt was burned in her mind's eye like the afterglow of an acetylene torch. Good God, she thought. It had been too long. They were probably as soft as mounds of Mrs. Giordano's baby tushy pizza dough. Shay trembled and realized she was salivating, which revolted her enough that she could breathe again.
She was not salivating over Anthea. Absolutely not. Anthea was definitely not her type ... closeted, apparently rich, and ... well, not athletic. Even if her calves were fabulous.
Think about groundwater remediation, she told herself. Think about your report to the Water Board. Think of a white bear.