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unusual for her.
    She was content with her life, but when the air around her was charged with so much sexual energy, when he emitted such animal magnetism, she found herself craving things she'd never had, things she didn't even want. 
    "I've never been in a Porsche." She was anxious to break the tension. "Let's go for a ride."
    "Are you suggesting it because your mother said you should?"
    "No, I'm suggesting it because I'd like to go for a ride."
    "Aren't you afraid I'll take advantage of you if we're alone?"
    It was her turn to scoff. "You're not big enough or bad enough to take advantage of me."
    "You might be surprised."
    "I doubt it."
    "You have such a sassy mouth."
    He assessed her again, as if he might kiss her, and she actually squirmed with nerves. Would he? Right out on the street, with Peanut watching from the front window?
    She had to be wrong. He simply ignited so many synapses that she couldn't concentrate. He was probably thinking about what he'd had for lunch.
    "Are we going or not?" she asked.
    "Your wish is my command."
    He bowed as if he was her servant, and he reached for the door to open it for her, but she grabbed the handle herself and slid into the soft leather seat. He walked around the car and slipped behind the wheel.
    He had Bryce's same lanky grace, and Faith knew that he'd been a star baseball player in high school and college. There'd been rumors he could have played professionally, but for some reason, he hadn't tried.
    Faith figured he was too lazy to expend the effort. A career as an athlete would have required training and exertion, when he seemed more prone to idleness and vice.
    He started the motor and whipped away from the curb, driving carefully, but very fast, so that she was pushed into the seat by the forward thrust. In seconds, they were out of town and on the highway, climbing into the foothills. They cruised hairpin turns, the valley floor falling away.
    They raced higher and higher, the trees thinning, the cliffs steeper. She kept surreptitiously glancing at his hands, his long, slender fingers expertly clutching the steering wheel. He was so calm, so in control, and she had a feeling he lived his entire life that way, but she couldn't ask him about himself.
    The stereo was on, the music very loud, so they couldn't talk. What would they have discussed anyway?
    He was probably wired and recording her. He was his father's son, after all, and Harold had told her plenty of stories. If even a tiny portion of them were true, the man had been a devious brute.
    A bad seed, Harold had often said of his own son, Lucas's father. A real bad seed.
    The windows were down, the summer wind lashing her hair. She was grinning like a fool, waving at the wild flowers as they flew by.
    A scenic pullout approached, and without warning, he veered off the road and skidded into a parking space. As suddenly as they'd accelerated, they screeched to a stop. The loss of momentum caused her to jerk against her seatbelt.
    There were no other cars in the lot, and it was very quiet, the only noise the breeze in the trees and the pinging of the motor.
    "Wow!" she said. "That was…fun."
    She couldn't come up with a better word to describe her sensation of euphoria. She peered over at him, but he was gazing at her so intently that she was rattled by his expression. She scrambled out of the car.
    She went over to a rock wall where she could stand and enjoy the spectacular view. Far down below was the town of Boulder. Even farther off to the right, the skyscrapers of downtown Denver looked like miniature toys. Beyond the city, the golden prairie extended to the horizon, and she wondered if Kansas was out there somewhere.
    At the higher elevation, the temperature was much cooler. Goosebumps popped out on her legs, her nipples hardening into taut buds, and she crossed her arms over her chest, hoping to hide what she wasn't eager for him to see.
    "It's colder up here," he said, walking up behind her.
    "But so