When it slowed for the drive, the dust caught up, hiding it in a swirling cloud.
Turning the truck around, he headed back down the drive.
I think Alex makes a concentrated effort to drive his father crazy.
A stop for lunch and then a drive over the biggest bridge Carmen had ever seen - and then they were in Galveston.
I don't want you to drive while you're so tired.
He would want to know, yet if he did, he might try to drive in on icy highways.
Dad was in a hurry to beat the storm, so she had said nothing as the car backed out of the drive.
Uncomfortable about riding in the car with him, she had offered to drive.
He had enough alcohol in his veins to believe he could drive, and too much pride to leave the party in the passenger seat.
Maybe friends didn't let friends drive drunk, but how did they stop them when there were so many?
She was stacking bowls on the table for ice cream and cake when lights turned into the drive.
The vehicle turned hesitantly and she idly wondered if Dad was letting Angela drive again.
She could drive, if someone would simply tell her where they were.
She should be looking for a replacement vehicle, but having another car in the garage would only be a reminder that there was no one left to drive it.
The grass had been mown short for about five feet on either side of the narrow drive, and a tangle of underbrush and trees lay beyond... freedom, or a barrier?
The long drive detoured around several large oak trees before it ended in a circle.
It's a long way to drive from Fayetteville, and then they'd have to bring you back in the morning.
Directing Connie to the house would be difficult, but Lisa could wait at the end of the drive.
I hate to ask you for another favor, but I wonder if I could pay you to drive me home.
You asked me to drive you home, don't you remember?
In the weeks that followed, she was careful to restrict her forays to walks down the drive, but she was getting restless.
He leaned over to unlatch the gate and then rode through, heading down the drive toward the road.
Giddon went back into the building and Lisa made her way through the darkening woods to the spot in the drive where she had entered.
She brushed leaves from her clothes and slowly walked up the drive.
She sauntered up the drive, trying to appear casual.
Are the weeds getting a little high along the drive?
They were so absorbed in each other that they didn't hear the car enter the drive.
Since his wife left, he's avoided relationships because he's afraid of giving his heart again only to drive another love away.
The truck swung into the Giddon drive.
No, she had seen the postman drive up every day since she sent out the letter.
Their telephone conversation last night concluded with the decision that Connie would pick her up at the end of the drive today at 11:30 am.
Thirty minutes later she was walking down the drive to meet Connie, never having betrayed his trust.
Going for a drive?
Are you sure you can drive alright?
OK. I'll be right behind you... and drive slowly.
The drive home provided opportunity to think.
At the house, she turned her car around and parked so it faced the drive, ready to leave at a moment's notice.
"I'll drive you to work," he said.
Following a long drive that consisted of little more than two ruts worn by vehicle tires, they came to the Marsh ranch.
I'd have been glad to drive you home.
Do you want me to drive you there?
Maybe you should let me drive.
"I'll drive," came his tight-lipped reply.
"You'll drive," she minced the words out.
They would find someone to drive the wagon back across the desert.
Since his back was to the danger, he was unaware when the man gunned the engine and started to drive towards him.
Once again she had let her desires drive them from her mind.
That's a long way to drive for steak and potatoes.
She held her breath as they approached and turned into the circular drive.
Make a list of anything you need and I'll drive into town Monday.
She cut her explanation off short as Cade pulled into the drive.
That meant she would have to drive to town tonight, and she wasn't feeling up to it.
Giving him a few minutes to traverse the drive, she got up and went into the kitchen.
Following his gaze, Cynthia saw the little green Ford coming up the drive.
Why don't you drive out here with your truck?
This weekend she would drive out and talk to him.
Jane, our GPS, as Betsy named her, didn't let us down and we found our friend's cabin at the end of a dusty road, hungry for dinner after a six hour drive.
It must drive him nuts not knowing.
We drive up to Vermont every spring.
Martha would drive Howie to Boston's Logan Airport for his flight back to California while Quinn would remain to pack up his equipment before leaving later for a hundred mile drive to their home in nearby Peabody, Mass.
We were an hour into our drive south before I broached the subject, asking her about the tete-a-tete.
We'd drive Peabody, Massachusetts, two weeks before our wedding.
I drive the country roads, humming my tune, my new little pet safely in my hands.
Fortunately, her father heard a car drive away so the time of abduction was clearly set.
I'm not sure anyone else in our group was in shape to drive home after our champagne celebration of the scary new life each of us agreed to embrace.
I'd never drive with my own plates when I'm on the prowl for little people.
Finally, we condensed everything on a small computer thumb drive which we hid in the removable base of a desk lamp.
Why drive down there?
I just wanted to see a bit of your city before I drive to your car.
If you tell me every little thing you know or even suspect, I'll just drive away and let you walk down the lane to one of those farm houses we passed.
We'll drive back in the morning.
She'll drive Howie's car back to Boston and leave the car at the airport and fly out this evening.
The lights were on in the LeBlanc living room as I pulled into the drive.
Howie can't drive two blocks out here without getting lost.
Betsy had driven our only car so I wasn't able to drive over there myself.
Either way why don't you take a drive down here to headquarters in the next hour or maybe I should send a car up there for you.
"I honestly don't have a clue," I said as we pulled into our drive.
I'd planned to wait until Betsy and Molly returned from walking Bumpus but I decided if I had to drive back into downtown Keene, I might as well swing by Wheelock Park Campground as it was on the way, at least sort-of.
Jackson must have seen me drive up because he was waiting by the door.
But it's at least a two hour drive to Boston.
I might as well drive for seven hours.
But what made the police seek out the woman and child and drive directly to them?
If I can't today have this child so abruptly placed in police care, I shall drive down the road and find another.
The hundred mile drive up the coast to Santa Barbara took more than two hours during which we chatted the entire way.
We drive home from a bar, like we all have done, only someone steps off a curb and we're ruined for life.
Would you drive there if you were a tourist?
"I'll drive you," Pual said as he came out from behind the counter and hurried to the front door, leaving his boss and the elderly couple behind with mouths agape.
I turned off the recorder and left to drive to police headquarters.
The drive home was quick as he dwelled on his thoughts.
Sasha's files are on the shared drive.
I'll drive out tomorrow.
The drive home was too short, and she reached the large manor at noon.
His nearness would drive her crazy if she were forced to be alone with him.
She started to drive home then thought of the man she and Jule both tried to kill.
We have a long drive.
Yully spent the drive north learning how to manipulate her father's magics with his patient tips as guidance.
They didn't drive long, and the car pulled off to the side of the road.
The early December sun couldn't set fast enough to prevent her pounding headache from growing worse on her drive to work.
Sofia watched the scenery turn from urban to rural and recognized the roads leading up to Skyline Drive, the scenic route running through the mountains of northern Virginia.
The town car moved at a quick pace, bringing them to a mansion atop one of the private, gated drives tucked away from sight along Skyline Drive.
Darian—whoever he was—would drive her crazy if she didn't find a way to distract her thoughts.
The drive from the mountains to the safe house had seemed to take forever.
She didn't know if she'd hurt him enough to drive him away forever or if there was a sliver of him that still wanted her.
He alternately let her feed just enough to drive her mad then drank from her, while he commanded her body relentlessly.
Just drive more slowly until August.
I can just picture you spread-eagle over your Jeep, being frisked by some woman as all our friends drive by!
Dean suggested before returning that they drive ten miles to the Ridgway fairgrounds, where a Sunday morning farmer's market offered fresh fruits and vegetables.
You didn't drive this buggy all the way out to Colorado, did you?
Me and Bertha here might be too old to drive all the way from Kansas, but we're still at home on these Jeep roads.
"I just drive a Jeep," he said to the group as he looked over the plunder.
The couple changed into shorts and boots, more satisfactory attire for their mountain drive with Jennifer Radisson.
No, Dean had no idea what might attract Patsy to drive across the plains.
The road was rough but not limited to four-wheel drive vehicles like the mountain Jeep roads to the south.
Dean left Bird Song on foot, passing up the temptation to drive his Jeep the short distance to the Main Street delicatessen.
They said it was okay to drive the vehicle.
How could he drive?
Blackie had this old Ford, too, and he was teaching me to drive it.
Revealing her secrets, though, would drive Gabriel away forever.
Or risk that there was something else going on that would drive his mate back to Darkyn for whatever reason.
Would revealing your secret to him make him pity you or drive him away?
The ones I had weren't enough to drive you away?
A blue BMW crept up the drive and came to a stop in the yard.
He hesitated, watching as Lori's car head back down the drive.
It might drive him to the very arms she was trying to slap away from him.
Carmen saw Alex's truck parked in the drive of an old vacant house where she had admired some healthy quince bushes.
As they came up the drive, Carmen felt apprehensive.
Carmen stopped the car in the drive and waited.
As she put the car in drive, something smashed the back window with a loud crash.
Ma'am, that's a three hour drive.
You drive a hard bargain, but I agree.
Yeah. I drive this way every day.
Katie instinctively believed her and twisted, staring with Toby at the man in black who watched them drive away.
She dozed in the car during the forty-five-minute drive into northern Virginia, where her sister's fiancé owned a mansion secreted behind towering shrubbery and a gate that swung open to welcome her.
She.d spent the day in thought after her talk with Gabriel, and there was only one solution that might drive Rhyn away before she and Gabriel hurt him.
Guilt made her resolve to drive him away waver.
The white Hummer limo made it up the snowy slope and slowed as it crossed the cleared cobblestone drive in front of the castle.
She waited for him to flex his strength and drive her into the ground, surprised when he never did.
She raced forward through the men, not caring what they thought, and flung herself into Mansr's arms with enough force to drive him back a step.
We could turn around and drive by.
If you'd let me drive, you could sit around here on your duff instead.
You own a fancy place and drive a practically new jeep.
The bearded man was younger looking than Dean had thought when he first saw him drive by Bird Song, probably no more than late twenties.
He offered to drive Martha to school.
Something must have happened in that Boston house to drive her away.
But that's all I told her I'd do—just drive her there.
I'll ice climb during the day, then drive back up to Grand Junction.
From Indianapolis, Cynthia would rent a car for a two-hour drive to her mother's small town.
I'll drive you back to Bird Song so you can look it up.
They began the drive back to Ouray with Cynthia snuggled against him.
"We've got a inn to run," Cynthia said as she hugged his arm for the short drive home.
The downside was someone always managed to hit Jackson with a bullet or two or drive a knife into him, and break the tip off in a bone.
Would you like to drive it?
No, I can drive, just text me the address.
Can you drive a stick?
Elisabeth, what kind of car do you drive?
They were mostly quiet on the ride home, both reflecting on how easy it was to be together, and Jackson enjoyed watching her drive.
He was sitting, reveling in the day and enjoying his new art treasure, when he heard Connor's car come up the drive.
Jackson went out for a drive in the morning.
Elisabeth pulled into the drive at three minutes to six.
Maybe I'll let you drive it one day.
As he closed the door, Elisabeth asked, "Are you going to let me drive all those?"
He put his arms around her, "Of course you can drive them, whenever you want."
What do you say we take an extremely long shower then go out for a drive, you pick the car?
No, you drive; I'll drive on the way home, okay?
If you drive I can work on my presentation.
Jackson considered running to Fairhaven and having her drive the car, but worried he might lose it and feed on an unsuspecting pedestrian along the way.
The drive to Connor's office passed uncomfortably.
He suggested, "Why don't I drive you to Elisabeth's."
No need to rout Josh out and make him drive 60 miles for nothing.
He didn't want you to feel obligated to drive him around.
Katie begged Alex to let her drive, and he caved in.
From the corner of her eye she saw the gray truck pushing a trail down the drive and dodged out of its path, completely forgetting about the stump hidden under the snow.
She tried to help him drive Alex from her mind, but at times it seemed an impossible chore.
She agreed and he made arrangements to drive up Friday.
Nor did she find anything particularly unusual about the fact that Alex stayed all day Sunday and took a plane back to Houston, leaving his truck for Carmen to drive.
He insisted that he would rather lease a car for a month than have to drive back, and he didn't like the idea of leaving her with only her old truck to drive.
His truck was in the drive, but no one answered the door, so she walked down to the barn.
Just drive mine for a while.
Two more tugs and then she saw lights coming down the drive.
I'm going to leave my truck here so you'll have something to drive.
She ran up the drive toward him.
Under the circumstances, Carmen didn't want to drive Alex's truck, so she accepted Josh and Lori's invitation to ride with them.
The messenger held out a small thumb drive with what Kris hoped contained a report identifying the two shapeshifter demons. He left, and Kris plugged the thumb drive into his small PDA. A single file was on the drive, and he opened it.
Puzzled, he pulled the drive free of his PDA and reinserted it. The single file within was still empty. Kris tossed it on a table.
Death alone could drive the invaders from her world.
Deidre and Toby stood. Katie started forward, only for the rumbling ground to drive her to her knees. Horrified, she saw the chasm form a rough circle around them, trapping them on a small island surrounded by football field wide trees and chasms too wide to jump.
Toby was wrestling with a bush and didn't respond. Katie breathed deeply and pushed forward, wanting very much to stop and sleep but suspecting she'd never awaken if she did. She didn't have enough food cubes to drive off more than one more demon attack. They'd have to find Rhyn and Gabe fast.
The Byrne address was on the east side of town, but as Dean had time to kill, he decided to drive west to what the locals called the beltway, a loop road around the city.
The route more than doubled the distance, but Dean needed little incentive for a drive in the country.
His company went belly up only days after he dropped dead spackling the front hall of his 87th house, a bi-level on Friar Tuck Drive.
His drive to Virginia had been uneventful and he promised to bring back some fresh crabmeat when he returned.
Hunter and Dean exchanged information during the short drive to the Ocean Shore Motel.
It's after midnight and you can't drive two cars.
Mrs. Byrne's son drove her over but the lad had an engagement so I suggested she join us for dinner and allow us to drive her home.
"Other than a nice drive in the country," Dean said, "I suspect today's going to be a waste of time for you."
We heard him drive up and open the door.
Even the drive to the Poconos went well, with Dean only making two wrong turns.
We have to drive around the barricades and all.
He kept sorting through the facts as he knew them and argued with himself on the long drive back to Parkside.
You're ticked off; your bladder's full, so you drive in anyway.
On the spur of the moment you pick up the suitcases, put them in your trunk, and drive off.
Let's you and me take a little drive to Scranton and meet Mr. Cleary.
What kind of car does he drive?
Fred wanted to drive the extra 30 miles or more and visit the rest stop drop location but Dean put his foot down, pointing out that it was two months earlier when the money disappeared.
When Dean pulled in the drive at Maid Marian Lane, Randy was walking a bike into the open garage.
It was nearly 4:00 when he pulled into his drive.
If they were tailing me, they must have seen me drive out there.
The drive to Maid Marian Lane was becoming more familiar with each passing trip—no more need to count the blocks.
When Dean pulled into his drive he was surprised to see the lights on, as he'd expected Fred to be out for the evening.
As Dean turned the corner to 422 Collingswood Avenue, another car followed and pulled into the drive behind him.
Yeah, I thought that might be a problem but it's not like I don't know how to drive.
On the drive to Maid Marian Lane, one thought plagued Dean's spinning mind.
Then she added, "That way, it'll be early enough for you to drive back to Parkside."
I'll drive back tomorrow night; I have to be at work on Monday.
The last thing David Dean had wanted to do was to climb back in his tired automobile and drive to Philadelphia in the middle of the night.
The next day, Dean remembered nothing of the long, early-hour drive back to Parkside.
He can't drive the truck and ride his bike at the same time.
I don't know why, but Byrne agreed to drive you out of his way—that's why he was out on Interstate 84 where you two found the money.
He finally agreed and took the day off to drive me and the money back to my place and we crept out of there.
That would drive me insane.
It would drive me nuts to have someone instructing me through every move.
As he maneuvered the truck through muddy ruts in the drive, she covertly studied his profile.
And she had rubbed her morals in his face again – only this time she had used other people's opinion as a hammer to drive her morals home.
He listened attentively to her requests – something easy to see on the road, lots of room inside, easy to drive and with good gas mileage.
She was unlocking the door, a sack of groceries in her arm, when a gray truck pulled into the drive.
Josh's house wasn't visible, but it was only about a quarter of a mile from her drive.
Besides, She glanced out the window at the drive.
The sound of tires crunching on gravel brought her attention back to the drive.
I can drive over there and do them...
Other than the test drive, it was the first time he had driven it.
She relaxed in the luxury of leather seat covers and a smooth ride, content simply to watch him drive.
Through the living room window Carmen saw a white truck slow down to pull in the drive.
As he backed the truck out of the drive, a thought occurred to her.
I'm sorry he had to drive all the way over here for something so silly, but I'm glad he came.
He turned into his – their drive.
Maybe he saw Josh drive away.
I'd have to drive my own car... but we all would sure miss you.
Do you want me to drive you to the airport tomorrow and pick you up Sunday?
No, I'll drive my truck and leave it there.
It was a dry county, so he'd have to drive a ways to do that.
Crunching through the slushy snow, she walked down the drive, up the road and down the Reynolds drive.
This morning I realized that the way I was acting would drive you right into his arms.
Do you want to drive me to the Airport and keep the car?
That way she could simply drive it back.
It would take her as long to drive to Fayetteville as it would for him to fly there from Tulsa.
Now all they needed to do was find the Buffalo cow and her calves and drive them through.
She glanced at Lori, but Lori's attention was on a gray truck coming up the drive.
I'll drive you home and find your keys later.
Carmen sat down on the swing with Jonathan, and Lori turned to watch the drive again.
She just had to drive him off before he found out.
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