Cal drove the delivery van slowly, giving Natalya time to think, but she still hadn’t said a word. He finally understood that if he didn’t speak, no one would. “Hey, Gnat?” “Yes, Cal,” she sighed in a tolerant tone. He debated but decided that it was best to keep using her nickname. “As a friend, not as the guy who loves having you in his bed…” “Uh-huh?” her tone was carefully noncommittal. He slowed the truck at the Slater’s, finally pulled over and doused the headlights, but left the engine and heater running. Was he about to step over some line? They’d spent an entire weekend together and not once talked about anything important. Not a single word. “What, Cal?” “I just think,” he turned to look at her shadowed face barely lit by the B&B’s porch light filtering through the thin li