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if price was an issue.
    “I suppose I’m just browsing,” Red replied. “Though I do like the idea of change. Riding this around instead of my old truck. Can you imagine?”
    Audrey felt herself smile—this time for real. Part of her could imagine Red whipping along White Pine’s back roads, the rumble of the Harley echoing over the hills, the smell of hay and grass on the wind as he sped past fence posts and freshly painted barns.
    “Sometimes we all need a little change,” Audrey agreed, speaking the words for her sake as much as Red’s. A few short weeks ago, she’d been coaching long-legged girls over hurdles to get the whole team to the state finals. As a P.E. teacher, she’d been teaching volleyball and softball and lacrosse. Then, the principal had told her that the district had eliminated P.E. from the curriculum due to emergency budget cuts that would avoid a district shutdown. Paul Frace, the bearded English teacher, would be taking over coaching duties. She didn’t even get to finish out the remainder of the school year.
    “No child left without a huge behind,” she’d quipped to some colleagues about the disbanded P.E. program as she packed up her things. It was either joke—or bawl.
    And now, here she was, standing next to a motorcycle thanks to the fact that she’d been a runner, an athlete , and she could look good in some chaps.
    She caught a glimpse of her body in the showroom’s large display mirrors. Every curve of her was pressed against leather and denim, every piece of her glossy auburn hair had been sprayed to tousled perfection. She looked like a different person.
    Maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.
    She smoothed the front of her leather bustier, wondering if she should have been strutting around Harleys all along. She figured she would at least have had more fun.
    “You have a good day now,” Red said, jolting Audrey back to the here and now. She blinked, worried she’d missed conversation with him while staring at herself. But Red had been looking at the motorcycle and was probably lost in his own fantasy, too.
    He walked away, his workman’s boots clomping on the white-tiled floor. That left Audrey alone for the moment. She lifted her face to the afternoon light that slanted into the showroom. It sparkled on chrome fenders and warmed the buttery black leather of the motorcycle seat enough to make her want to lie down and nap. Not that she was going to do any sleeping anywhere in her current attire. But she could sit for a while.
    Grasping the motorcycle’s handlebars and pitching herself forward, she scooted and shimmied until one leg was over the seat. It wasn’t graceful, and she was pretty sure there were titters coming from customers in the showroom, but at least she was off her feet in those heels.
    She readjusted herself on her machine, trying to ignore the pinch of jeans on her flesh. She’d just gotten comfortable when she heard her name again, spoken from behind.
    “Audrey.”
    This time it wasn’t a question.
    A shiver ran through her, as if the air conditioners had suddenly kicked in and icy gusts were coursing through the room. Beneath the bustier, her heart began to pound so hard she worried for a moment the stays might not hold and she’d come toppling out of the whole contraption.
    Her nerves tightened with adrenaline, both hopeful and fearful at the same time. It couldn’t be…
    “ Audrey. ”
    She struggled to breathe. Steadying herself as best she could, she turned and stared into the pale green eyes of Kieran Callaghan.
    Her whole body swayed. If she hadn’t been sitting down, she would have certainly fallen like a tree in the middle of a clear-cut.
    Kieran Callaghan.
    Dear God.
    He was wearing a dark leather jacket and jeans, standing with both hands in his back pockets as if he were reclining on life itself. His eyes were the color of new blades of grass reaching toward the spring sun. They searched her face as he likely tried to figure out what