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week, and to go visit family and Raleigh, so it works out just fine.
    As I hear the doors unlock, I reach for the rear passenger side door. As I go to pull the handle, a very large warm hand grabs over it as well. I jump slightly at the contact, but let out a slight moan at the same time. Seriously, what is wrong with me? It is just a slight touch of the hand, and I can’t fully control my responses. I can feel his warm breath at my ear as he bends down to speak. “Here, Caroline, let me help you in.”
    Ok, I know I am short, but does he look at me as a small child unable to pull themselves into the truck. Whether I am little or not, I am no weakling, so pulling myself up is no hardship at all. I turn to tell him thanks but I got this, and get tongue tied once I see those eyes so close to mine. He is gazing at me as though he has a lot of things running through his mind as well, and I can’t help but hope at least one of those things is along the same line as what I have been thinking about him. He opens the door, and then grabs me at each side of my waist and lifts me like I weigh as little as a feather and sits me down in the seat. He proceeds to give me a full on pearly white smile, which must be contagious, because I can’t help but give him one back. “Oh, look, you can give a genuine smile, huh, Caroline? Cute dimple by the way. Now, don’t forget to buckle up.”
    With that, my mouth drops open again, and he closes the door. Tara is already sitting in the front passenger seat, and I can’t help but notice he didn’t help her in the truck. Is it because he looks at me as small and incapable, like I thought before, or is it maybe that he wanted to put his hands on me as badly I do on him? Once again, Caroline, get your thoughts straight. Remember your appearance at the moment. Plus, being that he is obviously older than me by a few years, I am sure he is used to more mature women.
    I hear the truck starting up, and it startles me, because my mind was wandering so much, that I didn’t even notice him hop in. He sure does look damn good sitting behind the wheel, though, and he has his Ray Bans back on—yum.
    As he grips the steering wheel, turning out of the lot, I notice the muscles in his forearm bulge out, as well as a tattoo peeking from under his sleeve. How in the world did I miss that? It is like icing on the cake. “So, I am guessing I don’t need to tell you where to go to take me back, since you already know all about me, right?” I see his head raise, and can tell he is glancing up in the rear view mirror at me. He gives me that I know you want me grin. Honestly, with the way I have acted, I am sure there is no doubt that he does know that. “No, Caroline, you don’t need to tell me.”
    I love the way he just slightly lingered on my name when he said it. I want to hear him saying it, over and over again. Ok, I can’t keep watching this man. I have had men catch my eye before, and yeah, I might linger for a while, but everything about Eric draws me in like a moth to a flame. I am out of control, and I honestly don’t really care for that feeling of not having full control of myself. I decide to look out the side window, watching buildings pass by, instead of watching Eric behind the wheel.
    I keep feeling like he is staring me down through the mirror, but I refuse to let myself look up and see. Then he starts to speak again with that oh so sexy voice. “Ok, I have to tell both of you ladies that I think you have pulled some really reckless, stupid moves today. Tara, you go showing up at some complete stranger’s door, ready for war. I know that prick, Andrew, has something to do with that, but we will discuss that part in a minute. She could have beaten the shit out of you, Tara, or filed charges. I mean, honestly, you had no idea what you were walking into.”
    I can tell Tara has turned sideways in her seat, fully facing him, and the telltale hands start to fly again. “Eric, I told you we