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the blur that was the driver gradually clarified into a broad-shouldered man with sun-kissed brown hair. I could see his strong hands on the wheel, see the almost insolent grin twisting his lips.
    And realized I was facing a man playing chicken.
    I might not want to get caught by the cops, but I sure as hell didn’t want to die, and that’s what faced me if I stood my ground any longer. I threw myself sideways, hitting the side of the road hard, skinning my palms and the tops of my feet as I slid to a long stop in the dirt and stones. Heard the screech of brakes and twisted around to see the car slew to a stop only feet away.
    The idiot could have
killed
me. If I had stood there a moment longer, he probably would have. He’d only missed me by inches as it was.
    I closed my eyes and took several deep breaths to try to calm myself down. A hard task when I was shaking like a leaf. My hands and feet were stinging, and my heart was beating like crazy.
    Behind me, a car door opened, then footsteps approached. “What the fuck are you playing at, lady?”
    Even with the anger so evident in his rich, deep tones, the stranger’s voice was as sexy as all get out.
    Not
the sort of thoughts any
sane
person would be having about the man who’d just tried to run them over.
    “Me?” I said, voice little more than a squeak thanks to a mix of annoyance and pain. “You’re the idiot who apparently forgot where the brake pedal was.”
    I tried pushing upright, but that forced more stones into my already scraped hands, and I yelped.
    He muttered something under his breath, then stepped closer. “Here, let me help you.”
    Before I could even open my mouth to say don’t bother, a rather large pair of feet appeared on either side of me, then hands grabbed me under the armpits and he unceremoniously hauled me upright.
    Only his touch had my senses exploding, and suddenly, dizzyingly, I was hyperaware of everything about him—the warm lean strength of his body, his spicy scent, his aura of confidence and sheer masculinity. It all swirled around me, filling every breath, caressing every pore, setting my skin afire, and making my blood burn.
    I didn’t even
know
this man. Hadn’t even turned around to look at him. And yet my body was reacting to him in a way it had
never
reacted to Egan.
    Maybe I’d hit my head on the road, as well, and just didn’t realize it.
    He dumped me on my feet, then quickly stepped back, making me wonder if he’d had a reaction similar to mine.
    “You okay?” he asked, voice gruff and still as sexy as hell.
    “No thanks to you,” I muttered, picking out the larger stones from my hands before turning around. A gaze as blue as the summer sky met mine, and something deep inside quivered.
    Partly because no matter how pretty those eyes were, there was only cold calculation beyond the surface depths. These were the eyes of a man who knew what he wanted and exactly how to get it. But more than that, there was a wildness in them that was both familiar and yet alien. A wildness that spoke of sun and sky and air, and had absolutely nothing to do with humanity.
    Egan had that look, I thought. Now, if I could just remember what Egan actually was, that would be handy.
    But recognizing a similar wildness didn’t actually mean I could trust this man. After all, many of our hunters had shared that same untamed look.
    Of course,
that
thought came and went with no further clarification.
    “Why the hell didn’t you slow down when you first saw me?”
    He waved a hand in the general direction of the stillidling car, his voice incredulous as he said, “I was doing sixty. Why in the hell would you just stand there? That’s insane.”
    Yep, it was. But this day had gone to hell anyway, so what did one more act of madness matter? Besides, he did stop, so at least I’d achieved part of my aim.
    “I needed a lift, and no one was stopping.”
    “Considering the less than appealing way you look, I’m not entirely