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hit your car.’ He didn’t look sorry; he looked like any second now he might kiss her again. She cleared her throat and tried to ignore the erection she could feel hard against her thigh.
    ‘It was probably because you were shouting at her.’
    He laughed, shifted his hips slightly, just a fraction that took him closer to where she really wanted him. ‘You saw us arguing?’
    ‘Couldn’t bloody miss it. You were having a real go at her. Don’t deny it, I saw you.’ She glared, partly because he was laughing, partly because she couldn’t stop looking at him, mainly because it was easier to keep her thighs clamped together if she was cross. ‘You grabbed the steering wheel, which was why she swerved.’
    ‘I grabbed the steering wheel to try and stop her swerving.’
    His tone was even, his mouth close enough to her neck for the warmth of his breath to send serious tingles through her as he spoke, but he was talking rubbish. Even though she was so turned on she couldn’t have stopped him doing whatever he wanted to her right here, right now, she still knew he was talking rubbish. ‘To stop her?’ She eased away a bit, before he had a chance to touch her with those lips and make her forget every last objection. ‘No, no that doesn’t make one bit of sense, why would she …?’
    ‘She wanted to hit you.’

Chapter Three
    ‘What the hell is that supposed to mean?’ She jerked back and cold air filled the gap between them. If he’d only let go of her and move away properly, stop disturbing her equilibrium, then she’d be able to work out what he’d actually said. Because he couldn’t have said what she thought he had.
    His hands dropped to his sides and the frustration chased the lust off his face. ‘I think you got it first time. Come for a drink with me, let me explain?’
    She grimaced and he laughed; a deep, sexy, thundering laugh that would have made her knickers wet if they hadn’t already been. ‘Not here, round the corner I know a better place.’
    ‘She wanted to hit me?’ This was getting a bit surreal. This went beyond being a bit tipsy; this was “there must be something in the food” territory.
    ‘Come on.’ He stroked a finger down her cheek, which sent a shiver of goosebumps straight down her spine. ‘I need to talk to you.’
    ‘You won’t grab me again?’
    He held both hands up and took a step back. ‘Not unless you ask me to, I promise.’ He grinned. ‘Not unless you beg.’
    The place round the corner was far too short a walk. He didn’t grab her, but he did put a guiding hand in the centre of her back, which made her seriously consider the begging bit. A long, bracing walk in the cold air, with no contact, would have been a better idea.
    ‘Pizza, wine?’ He steered her to a quiet table and signalled to a waitress who headed their way instantly. That was the trouble with men like him; she wasn’t the only one who noticed.
    ‘At least there aren’t any tapas here.’ Be normal, have normal conversation, that was all she had to do. And wonder why some mad woman would try and run her off the road, and why some dishy Spaniard had just as good as made love to her in a car park. Normal, sure thing.
    He grinned, and the trying to be normal idea flew out of the window, leaving her even more nervous, or fluttery, which might not have been quite the same thing. ‘So, the review …’ Ah, she’d been right, he’d caught her and kissed her just so that he could get her to write a glowing review of his poor substitute for Spanish dining.
    ‘She tried to run me off the road so I wouldn’t do a bloody review?’ Now she felt a bit sick; she was with a psycho, or the friend of one. They were mad, the lot of them, they had to be.
    ‘Whoa, it’s nothing like that. Believe me.’ He looked like someone she should believe, but mad people could do that, couldn’t they? ‘Forget Dani for just one minute, please?’
    OK, she took a breath. She’d try and forget all the other