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assets in those tight-fitting jeans. It was not like me at all to ogle any man’s backside, but what an incredible backside it was. He walked back over to the driver’s side of the Jeep and hopped in.
    I stood on the curb, immobilized. I couldn’t believe how r idiculous I was being. I felt like a fourteen-year-old girl with a crush. A crush? How was that even possible? The guy was definitely too young for me. He looked younger than thirty. He was probably ten years younger than me…at least. I couldn’t have feelings for a man that young. I wasn’t a cougar. Was I?
    He glanced my way. “Are you coming?” he asked.
    I willed my feet to move and made it to the passenger side of the Jeep.
    “Be careful climbing in,” he said.
    I cautiously stepped up and into the passenger seat. That’s not too bad, I thought.
    When I looked over at Cody, I noticed he was looking in my direction. Was he staring at me? It was hard to tell with those damn sunglasses.
    “What’s wrong?” he asked.
    “It’s hard to see you with those sunglasses on,” I admitted and was immediately embarrassed.
    He flipped the sunglasses up so they rested on the top of his head. He had the most incredible brown eyes I had ever seen. They were deep and dark, almost like espresso. When our eyes met, it sent shivers down my entire body. Like tiny earthquakes. I had never felt anything like it before. Not even with Rob.
    “You’ll need to buckle up. There’s some pretty rough terrain out there. I don’t want you to fall out of the Jeep.”
    I stared at the seatbelt nearly immobilized. I couldn’t take my eyes off of Cody. There was something so completely magnetic about him. But it was more than that. I felt overwhelmingly drawn to him and I couldn’t figure out why.
    “Want some help?” he asked.
    I nodded, because I was still having trouble getting any words out. Not. Me. At. All.
    “Before I buckle you in, do you have a scrunchie?”
    I frowned.
    “The thing girls pull their hair back with?”
    I hadn’t even thought about bringing a hair tie or even a hat. So much for being prepared. I shook my head.
    “I’ve gotcha covered,” he said. “Just open the glove box.”
    I did as he said. The right side of his glove box was filled with a rainbow of different colored scrunchies.
    “Grab whatever color you’d like,” he offered.
    I hesitated. “Are they used?” I asked and wrinkled my nose up a bit.
    He laughed. “Of course not. Girls use them and take them home with them. I restock every few weeks.”
    I reached over and grabbed a light blue scrunchie and tied my hair back with it.
    I could feel Cody’s gaze on me. I glanced over and his was staring at me intently. “I would have pegged you for a pink scrunchie kind of girl.”
    “No, I’m definitely blue,” I said, then realized the double meaning in my words.
    He nodded as if he understood my underlying meaning.
    Then he reached right over me and grabbed the seat belt. Our bodies were so close, I could smell him. He smelled fresh and clean with a hint of cinnamon. I was entranced. As he placed the seatbelt over my chest, another bolt of electricity moved through my entire body. When I looked up, his eyes were glued on me. There was so much sexual tension in the air between us it was almost unbearable. I didn’t realize I had so much want, so much need, so much lust, inside me. This guy had reignited a passion in me that I thought might have been lost for good.
    The undercurrent between us finally subsided a bit after he buckled my seatbelt. I wasn’t going anywhere.
    “So, does everyone call you Jennifer?” he asked. I was surprised by the question.
    “Almost everyone. My friend, Mel, the one who made the reservations for this tour, calls me Jen.”
    “No one calls you Jenny?”
    I scoffed. “Never.”
    “Why not?”
    “Do I look like a Jenny to you?”
    When I looked over at Cody, he had a childlike glint in his eye.
    “Jenny’s are playful and fun-loving. And