The headlights behind provided a sense of false security.
The headlights of a slow moving car washed her white body, shadowing the curve of her buttocks, the roundness of her shoulder, painting her golden hair in its light.
Headlights were backed up as far as the eye could see, waiting impatiently for someone to direct them away from the gridlock.
The key Howie had left fit the door in the rear so I couldn't rely on my headlights to see.
Jule's opponent was standing in her headlights, staring at her, while Jule's body rolled to a stop a few feet away.
Above them, the headlights of the two vehicles grew more distant, finally hidden from view by their angle of descent.
The engine turned over once and then headlights blinded her until he turned the car around.
Headlights flashed on the curtains briefly and a car door slammed.
Her gaze tried to outrun the headlights and then followed the broken line on the highway as it leaped from the dark and shot forward, disappearing under the truck.
I glanced out in time to see it moving with its headlights off.