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over to pet Choey as the dog weaved her way between Nancy’s legs for attention. “Face it, you hit a home run.”
    “Yeah, and he probably won’t call me.”
    “Blaze, not everyone gets up at six thirty in the morning. I have to take a shower.” Nancy patted Choey and headed into the bathroom.
    Blaze got up and set the file on the kitchen table before going to turn the computer on. She brought up her seller files and was scrolling through them, looking at site hits, when the phone rang. She let the answering machine pick up, and when she heard Zar’s voice, she grabbed the handset. “Good morning.”
    “Good morning. Did I wake you?”
    “No, I have been up for two hours. How is the child?”
    “His arm is broken, but he will be fine. Thank you for asking. Do you still want to go for a ride?”
    “Yes, I would love to.”
    “Where do you live?”
    Blaze gave him directions, and they agreed on 9:30 a.m. The moment she hung up the phone, Nan said in a teasing tone, “He called, huh? Miracles never cease.”
    “Oh, shut up, Nan,” Blaze replied with a grin.
    “Have a good time. I’ll take care of the dogs if you don’t come home tonight. Just call me.”
    “I’ll be home. I’m not sleeping with a man I just met.”
    “Don’t be a prude, Blaze. He’s buff, and you obviously like him.”
    “Yes, I do. But it doesn’t mean I’m going to jump into bed with him.”
    “Oh, all right. If that’s how you want it. Just make sure he wears a condom. You can never be too careful.” Nan laughed and scurried through the basement door before Blaze could throw something at her.
    Blaze shook her head and turned her attention to answering a few buyer’s questions before shutting the computer down. She played with the dogs for a little while and then went in to braid her hair. When Zar showed up, she went out to meet him.
    Zar’s smile was sincere and inviting. “You look nice.”
    “Thank you. So where are we going?”
    “I have a house up in the woods. It’s a scenic ride, and I figured we could get lunch on the way. I have one short stop to make first.”
    Blaze waited as he pushed the bike out of the driveway and then slipped between him and the sissy bar. Zar pulled her hands around his chest. “I don’t trust the bar. I prefer that you hold on. Have you ever been on a motorcycle?”
    “I used to drive one.”
    “Perfect, then you won’t lean the wrong way.”
    “I wasn’t aware that you leaned a Harley. You lean a rice rocket.”
    “Good point. You still have to lean, but it isn’t such a dramatic lean. Of course, most people don’t race their Harleys,” he said, pulling out onto the road.
    Blaze had forgotten about the uselessness of trying to talk with the wind shattering her words. She found herself in silence, looking at the passing landscape. Zar’s back flexed against her chest, and Blaze was surprised to find herself unconsciously taking in the feel of him. Zar slowed for a red light and turned to her. “Do you approve?”
    “Approve of what?”
    “The feel of my chest muscles. You are tracing them with your fingertips. It is driving me insane.”
    She felt her face growing hot and shrugged. “Sorry.”
    “Don’t apologize. It feels nice.” Zar released the brake and began to move again. It was a short while later when they pulled into the parking lot of a small shopping mall. Zar slid off. “I will be right back.” He headed through a door with an overhead sign that announced Imaginative Goods .
    He came out a few moments later and slid back against Blaze’s body as he started the bike. The road twisted as it rose up into the hills ahead. Blaze watched as the trees became thicker and the houses fewer. The comment she had made to Nan about him being a serial killer kept returning to her mind. When Zar pulled into a parking lot, Blaze realized that she hadn’t seen a car or a house for miles.
    Zar shut the motor down, flipping the kickstand before slipping off. “I am going