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    Whatever it was, it couldn’t be as big as his own personal secrets. He was not one who should judge.
    Jenna reached for her purse on the floor and rummaged around inside until she produced a hair clip. She lifted both arms and pulled her long straight locks back, twisting the glossy strands into a knot at the back of her head.
    “Don’t.” The word slipped out before he could stop it.
    She froze, the clip between her teeth, and turned to look at him.
    He couldn’t help it. If he was going to spend the evening with her, he wanted to at least have the pleasure of admiring her silky black hair. The librarian look wasn’t going to do it for him. “I like it down,” he muttered. “It’s beautiful.” As he pulled to a stop at a red light, he turned and reached for her wrist, tugging her hand down. “Leave it?”
    He was so out of his league here. It had been years since he’d entertained a woman for thirty minutes who didn’t know who and what he was. His words tumbled out haphazardly under the stress.
    Women didn’t usually ignore his demands, but this particular woman didn’t know that.
    The look she gave him made his vision blur for a moment. She took a deep breath, and the clip fell from her lips to her lap. Her right arm still held her hair in the air, but the locks slowly slipped between her fingers and cascaded back around her shoulders.
    Mason ran his hand through a section and leaned in to smell the scent of her shampoo. He closed his eyes and learned her scent, feminine, floral of course.
    Someone honked, and he jerked his gaze back to the front and grabbed the steering wheel. He hit the gas a bit too hard, and they lurched forward.
    Jenna didn’t comment. She lowered her arm and stuffed the clip back into her purse. She turned her gaze to look out the passenger window. He saw her chest heaving with breaths out of his peripheral vision.
    Fuck Rafe and his demands. There was no way in hell he could let this woman go. He’d had good intentions, but for Christ’s sake, she was so damn malleable he wanted to pull over and see what else he could command her to do.
    Instead, Mason gripped the wheel harder and concentrated on driving. He might not be able to keep any promise about leaving Jenna alone, but he could at least get her from point A to point B without mauling her in the car. Later…
     

Chapter Two
    Jenna slipped into the chair next to Katy when her self-appointed suitor pulled the seat out for her. She’d had to concentrate hard to avoid falling on her face while getting from the car to the inside of the restaurant.
    Everyone had already been seated, leaving two vacant chairs—the one next to Katy and the one adjacent to that one.
    Jenna wasn’t sure if she was relieved or disappointed. On the one hand, she wanted to be as close to Mason as she could get. His enormous body took up a lot of space, and she loved the way his bicep brushed against hers as he took his own seat. He leaned so far in her direction, he could have kissed her as he sat.
    She almost moaned out loud, wishing he would. She’d thought of nothing but his lips since she’d entered his fuck-me sports car. Full and luscious, every time he licked them, she wanted to be the one to do the honor.
    Jenna grabbed the glass of water at her spot and gulped half the contents as though that would somehow fix all her problems. Maybe dehydration was making her brain fuzzy. She never ever fell for a man like this. And she knew nothing about him.
    “You made it.” Katy reached around her with one arm and gave her a half hug. “Everything okay?” She glanced around Jenna to peek at Mason, but the man didn’t return the gaze, although Jenna suspected he knew Katy was staring him down.
    “Yep. It’s all good.”
    “You feeling better?”
    “One hundred percent, thanks.”
    The waiter leaned in between Mason and Jenna at that moment. “May I get you something to drink?”
    “A house chardonnay would be fantastic, thanks.”