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too fast! I wanted to fly up and punch whoever it was in the face. I couldn't see anything clearly. My glasses were laying somewhere beside me, hopefully. I patted the area around me, searching for them with my fingertips. Finding them, I placed them back on my face. Thank God, they weren't cracked.  
    The car door slowly opened and a pair of sandled feet touched the ground. My gaze traveled up the masculine legs to find Kaleb Scheffler standing there. No shirt. Honey tan skin. My eyes slid over every ab and stopped at the waistband of his black swimming shorts, unable to travel any further. Only in my mind.
    His hair was ruffled back. Sexy. The word I was looking for was sexy. It was the only word that came to mind when I thought about him.
    And I thought my heart was racing fast from the near car and body collision? Now it was doubly beating. Nevermind that he'd almost killed me. Okay, so maybe that was an exaggeration. I was only mildly injured.  
    His eyes landed directly on me. Only Kaleb had the power to accelerate my heart back to back and knock the breath out of me twice in the same moment, on the same day.
    “Are you okay?” he asked.
    “No, asshole. You could've killed me!”
    He glided over. “Let me help you up.” He extended his hand to me.
    “No, get away from me.” I stood to my feet, and backed away from him. I wobbled a little, still shaken. I couldn't believe he'd almost ran me over. I reached down to grab my bike.
    “But your knees are bleeding.”
    “Yeah, that's your fault. Why in the hell were you driving so fast? There are kids in this park!” I avoided eye contact with him.
    And here I was, like a dweeb, riding a bicycle. Oh look, I can do a trick. No handle bars. Oh God, I almost died inside. It took a lot of effort to pretend he wasn't there. I walked over to the bike rack. He followed me. He was saying something, but I didn't want to listen. The blood was rushing through my head too fast. I chained up my bike and locked it. I needed to get away from him, pronto.  
    “I truly apologize. I was in a hurry.”
    I spun around. “What were you in such a hurry for? There's nothing to see. Oh, except Ashley's boobs that are practically hanging out of her bikini top if that's what you were gunning it for.”  
    “No,” his eyes peered into mine. “Actually, I was—”
    I held up my hand. “Save it. You're reckless.”
    “Kayleigh, there's a first aid kit in the trunk. Let me doctor your knees at least.”
    “You have a first aid kit in your trunk? Is this something you do on a regular basis, go around almost killing people, then playing doctor fix it?”
    He sighed, raking a hand through his gorgeous hair. “Do you always have to be such a smart ass?”
    “Do you always have to be such a jerk? You may not want to live, but some people do, so learn to slow the hell down.”  
    “Advice taken, now please , I'd feel much better if I could repair your knee.”  
    I laughed.
    “ Repair my knee? It's only bleeding a little, I don't need surgery. Luckily. ”  
    “Sorry. Didn't know I was being graded on my vocabulary usage today. I'll go get the kit.” He strutted back over to his car, popping open the trunk. He dug around for a few seconds, found what he was looking for, then slammed it shut. He walked back over to where I was. I sat down on the bench, still a little bit disorientated.
    He knelt down and opened the kit. “This'll only take a sec, and then you'll be all better.” He softly cleansed my wounded knee with an antiseptic wipe. Suddenly, I felt like a child with him. It was an infuriating feeling. Especially when Miss Boobs was across the grassy lawn, bouncing up and down in the damn volleyball game. She'd already gazed at us three times, not that I was keeping count or anything.
     I watched and followed Kaleb's eyeline. He'd paused twice as he was cleaning my knee, and stared at her.  It upset me. Made my blood boil. But I couldn't say anything. It wasn't like he was