Clearing her throat, she pulled her thoughts together. "There are a couple of other things I should have told you, McKinnon. As I just told you, we all have energy fields, magnetic energy. There are about thirty-six different frequencies of energy. When two people are properly mated, their energy fields balance and enhance each other. I have reason to believe we are on complimentary wavelengths, McKinnon. I also should have told you that psychic energy and sexual energy are so similar that the difference between them is almost non-existent."
Sighing, she asked, "Would you please shut your mind down, or think about something else? For some reason, I'm picking up images from you - no specifics, just general feelings. It's not exactly conducive to sleep. And I apologize for intruding, but occasionally these things happen and I have no control over them."
"You really are a witch. But the fact that I was thinking about making love to you is mostly your fault. You walked around in front of me wearing tight denims, and you let your glorious hair tumble down your back when you knew I was watching. I'm sorry for keeping you awake, but believe me, I was having a good time."
"Oh, I believe you, McKinnon. I was there as well. Remember? Anyway, go to sleep. We'll maybe discuss this further another time."
Once more, quiet settled over the car. Charly closed her eyes and settled down more snugly into her sleeping bag. Then she just had to say one more thing.
"You're an okay guy, McKinnon."
"So are you, Charly. So are you."
* * *
Waking to a bright and sunny morning, Charly immediately looked over at McKinnon, to find that he was watching her with a half-smile on his face.
"Hi, Witch," he said softly.
"Hi, yourself," she answered, grinning, aware that she felt no embarrassment over last night's mind reading. Her hair had come loose in the night, and she could feel his eyes wandering over it as it lay in a tangled mass around her shoulders.
"Would you mind if we bring the Caddy next time?"
"Not at all, but can we come up with a less destructive excuse for being stranded?"
Leering at her, McKinnon drawled, "I could always run out of gas."
"To get down to business, how long before we get dug out of here, do you think?"
"Well, I'd suggest we take a hike back down the road after breakfast and see how extensive the damage is there. We already know it's very bad ahead of us."