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in a little grime, she was a babe. Her hair was a tangled mess with tendrils clinging to her neck, her blue eyes, lighter than his, shuttered. She had secrets she didn’t want to reveal, which was fine by him. He didn’t need to know about them.
    He had no problem fucking a woman without getting mixed up in her personal business, but the tall kid standing next to her screamed hands-off. Brody was a selfish bastard, but even he had his morals. Well, maybe not morals, but he had his limits. He didn’t do married women or single moms, and she was obviously at least one of the two. There were plenty of willing, unattached women available, ripe for his choosing, so getting mixed up with some lady carting baggage was not in the cards for him.
    But that wasn’t the only reason he couldn’t indulge with this woman. The other sensation rocking him, besides the immediate carnal attraction, was a feeling he knew her from somewhere. It was more than a feeling. He was sure of it. The flash of memory he had was of a younger, more polished version of this woman and was too quick to analyze, but it was definitely her.
    And considering he’d suffered a brain injury, causing him to only remember the last decade or so of his life, he couldn’t place how he knew her. There was no way he was getting involved with a woman he may or may not already know intimately. And if the reason he knew her wasn’t along those lines, then he didn’t want to know the extent of their previous association. Brody had lived a reckless, dark life before his accident. He didn’t want any ghosts coming back to haunt him, no matter how beautiful the ghost incarnate was.
    Colonel was the only one who had much luck finding any specifics about his life prior to his amnesia. He’d been the one to find Brody in the northern part of the state on the side of the road, sans car and any identification, and called an ambulance. Brody remembered coming to in the hospital but had no recollection of any memory prior. He’d contacted the authorities to see if he could be identified through fingerprint matches. Hell, he knew the risk he was taking going that route. If he’d had a record, he could’ve had a warrant out for his arrest or something, but not knowing was killing him.
    It’d been a dead end. And knowing what he now knew about his past life, that in and of itself was a miracle. He must’ve been really good at being bad to avoid any arrests.
    “Brutus, I need you to take the wrecker out to get Ms. Bradley’s car.”
    Brody’s eyes cut to Colonel. With a short nod, he turned his attention back to the lady. “You ready, Ms. Bradley?”
    Her eyes widened slightly as she nodded, clutching her purse as if it were some kind of lifeline or something. He motioned for them to follow him out to the wrecker, then headed that way.
    “Dude, you’ve got serious muscles,” the kid said as he opened the door for his mom while Brody grunted in response and walked around to the driver’s side. He probably should’ve opened her door for her instead. It would’ve been the polite thing to do, but chivalry wasn’t really his thing. He didn’t try to be an asshole. He was just a loner, kept to himself for many reasons, including his shady past and the unorthodox demands of his side job. Unless he needed to spend a little time between a woman’s legs, and he never really had to go out of his way to impress a woman just to fuck her. Chicks seemed to flock to him, and he was A-okay with that. Still, irritation prickled that he should’ve opened her door for her. At least the kid was on the ball.
    They packed into the bench seat, the mom sitting in the middle. Good thing he had jeans on because her delicate, bare leg rested against his. Not that it mattered. He could feel the heat of her skin burning into his thigh. He figured she’d at least stink since she was sweating like a horse, but no, he couldn’t be that lucky. She smelled like vanilla and woman. Aroused woman.