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Deputy Murphy can come here and check the bullet holes. If the thieves discover where you are on the boat, you can cruise out. They don’t have a boat, do they?”
    “Not that I’m aware of.”
    “It’ll be perfect.”
    “All right, fine, but I’m a complete idiot for letting you talk me into this.” He really shouldn’t be alone with Leslie. He didn’t trust himself.
    ***
    “Um, Paul, news flash. There’s only room in your car for two people,” Scott said. The three of them stood in Paul’s driveway twenty minutes later, staring into the Corvette.
    “Nah, man. Leslie can sit on your lap.” Paul’s deadpan expression was so straight that he had to be holding back the biggest Cheshire-grin of his life.
    I don’t freakin’ believe this. Scott let out a harsh breath and narrowed his eyes at Paul.
    “What are you worried about, caber-man? She can’t weigh more than ninety pounds dripping wet.”
    Scott’s glare intensified. Dripping wet? How could Paul say such a thing and put sexual images of a wet, aroused Leslie into his head?
    “Thanks for the compliment, Paul, but I weigh more than ninety pounds,” Leslie said.
    “What’s ten pounds, give or take?”
    Her weight was certainly not the issue. Scott’s cock had been on standby alert for the past several hours. And there was no way in hell Leslie could sit on his lap without giving him a major hard-on. And she’d know it, too, since she’d be sitting on it.
    “I’m sorry, man. It’s the best I can do.” Paul gave an exaggerated shrug.
    Scott released an irritated breath and turned to Leslie. “Is that all right with you?”
    “Yeah, I suppose. What other choice do we have?”
    None . He was going to get even with wise-ass Paul one day.
    Scott crammed himself into the bucket seat of the 'Vette and moved his sporran aside. Leslie scrunched up and slid onto his lap.
    He closed the door, and instantly her sexy-woman scent attacked him. Natural and earthy with a hint of floral perfume mixed in, her fragrance wafted into his head and intoxicated him. His blood drained to his southern hemisphere. Here we go. His cock wasn’t the least bit shy about admitting it wanted her. Scott clenched his teeth and tried not to touch her with his hands. Bad enough he was touching her with everything else.
    “Okay, all set?” Paul cranked the engine.
    “Yep.” And be quick about it, will you?
    Scott tried to think of something unappealing, anything but Leslie’s slight weight on him.
    Paul carried on a litany about the sights of Charleston and Mount Pleasant. Fun places to visit, great places to eat. All Scott could focus on was Leslie and the feel of her firm derriere on his lap. He wanted to bury his nose in her hair and draw her in.
    She laughed at something Paul said, her small, tight body shaking against him. Oh, no, bad. Very bad. Arousal curled through him, as hot, rich and sweet as melted chocolate. He wanted to grind himself against her round, bare ass, pull her back tight against his chest, and slide up into her wet pussy. His hands itched to touch her.
    Fantastic. He had a full-blown erection. If she slid back a half inch she’d feel what she’d done to him.
    “Can you turn on the air?” Scott said. “It’s hot as hell in here.”
    “The air is on,” Paul said.
    ***
    Leslie wasn’t too sure about Paul and Scott’s boat plan. Did she really want to be sequestered on some small yacht with this hot hunk? If she wasn’t already in a relationship, maybe.
    In the trunk were two bags of food and a cooler of bottled water and drinks. They weren’t staying a week, were they?
    And what the heck had possessed her amulet? It was glowing again and felt warmer than usual.
    She hoped the cops would catch the assailants tomorrow. Scott had given them a thorough description. Despite the danger she was in, she couldn’t keep her thoughts off Scott. After all, she was sitting on him.
    Heat radiated off him as if he were a furnace. Leslie squirmed, trying