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Just like his torso. And his thighs. Not to mention his . . . um, package. None of which she had any business thinking about.
    “Sure.” It came out as a croak. She cleared her throat, or tried to, but the ball of emotions still wedged there made it impossible. She just nodded, helpless to stop the tears leaking out and tracking down her cheeks. Beyond caring, she fumbled with the little lock nub on the door, trying to pull it up. Grandpa Mac’s truck pre-dated automatic locks.
    The policeman stepped back and positioned himself at an angle, hand at his side, where she saw his gun was holstered. Just in case I’m the crazy psycho and he’s the one being stalked. The thought caused a little splutter of choked laughter, which led to another, then another, except it wasn’t funny. Her heart was pounding and it felt like her lungs were constricting. She knew all the signs. Well, she’d learned them the hard way, fifteen months ago. Panic attack.
    And for what? Because a cop was trying to help her change her damn tire? Jesus, Alex, get a freaking grip . She knew it wasn’t easy or as simple as that. It had been a while since one had triggered, and she’d thought they were mercifully, finally behind her. Yeah, well, think again .
    Her door was carefully and slowly being opened from the outside, which was when she realized she’d kind of slumped against it, and didn’t have time to adjust her weight. And that was how she ended up falling into the arms of Mr. Tall, Tight, and Baritone.
    My humiliation is officially complete, she thought, somewhat woozily. She was having a hard time focusing. Must be the tears blurring her vision.
    “Hey, it’s okay. I’ve got you. I’ve got you,” he said, voice steady, calm.
    And seriously sexy as all hell. Honestly, he should have gone into radio. Or made a career out of singing those Barry White kind of sex songs.
    “Can you stand?”
    She would have nodded yes, but he turned her in his arms just then and their gazes collided for the first time. Her knees went distinctly wobbly. Because if his voice was all sexy sex songs, his eyes were . . . well, they were just plain sex. On a platter. With a big heaping side of oh my .
    They were the color of hot, melted caramel, with alternating flecks of gold and burnished bronze radiating out from the dark center. Like . . . shattered topaz. And if that wasn’t a generous enough gift from the gods, they were framed by thick, dark, ridiculously lush lashes. He was saved from being too pretty by the small scar that ran in a thin silver line from his hairline, across his temple, and cut a jagged line through the corner of one eyebrow. It looked old, pale, but it wasn’t a clean slice and hadn’t healed neatly.
    His cheekbones were a shade too sharp, as was the angle of his jaw, and the strong slope of his very patrician nose. But then her gaze continued, and all of that, every bit of it, was balanced by his mouth—which had clearly been a gift from the same god who’d designed those eyes. Full, sensual, even with the corners pulled too tight, as they were. She must have hit her head harder on the window than she thought, because she felt distinctly woozy again, and a little giddy. That had to be bad, right?
    So was wanting to lift her head, just a little, so she could nip that bottom lip, see if it felt as warm, as soft, as inviting as those eyes. Add in that sex voice and wow, she’d be putty in his arms. Actually, she kind of already was.
    How convenient.
    Her gaze drifted to his eyes, then back to his mouth.
    He cleared his throat. His sexy, sexy throat. She wanted to bite that, too.
    “Ma’am?”
    “Alex,” she breathed, not even trying to stand on her own two feet. “It’s . . . Alex.” She felt his hold on her tighten momentarily.
    “Alex. Of course you are.”
    There was another pause and she thought perhaps a little sigh, though it didn’t sound anything like the kind of sighs he was eliciting from her.
    “Alex, have you