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corner of her mouth. “Saved by the announcement, I guess.” Her tongue darted out to moisten her bottom lip. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
    Tanner saw his chance to continue the conversation dwindling. Fuck, no. He wasn’t about to let her get away now. In his thirty-three years, he’d learnt three things. A man felt better about money if he made it through hard work, alcohol didn’t solve problems…and never let a sexy woman slip through your fingers twice.
    “How about I walk you to your car? The parking lot is still notoriously dark and I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.”
    He held his breath for a heartbeat, hoping she’d at least let him treat her with dignity. In truth, he wanted to strip her down and sample her sweet curves until she screamed his name. What would she look like stretched out across the hood of his BMW? Dynamite. Hell, he knew she wrote erotica for a living and was damn good at it. He’d read every one of her books cover to cover. But her choice of profession wasn’t the draw—her quiet nature and disarming smile reminded him of why he’d fallen for her so long ago.
    Maybe they could work out a scene for her books including the Beemer… The idea held serious promise.
    When she grinned, the harsh lighting twinkled in her hazel eyes. “Well, if it’s for the sake of safety, then I’d be honoured.”
    Tanner nodded. Safety indeed.

Chapter Three
     
     
     
    I made mistakes and I’d like to fix them …Macy played Tanner’s words over and over in her mind. Life only granted so many chances. Sure, she’d acted impulsively in high school—asking a jock for a date and believing he’d be interested. Fifteen years had made her wiser, and guarded to the point of forgetting emotion entirely. What if she jumped at the opportunity to be with him now?
    When they stepped out into the humid air of the July night, she whisked a few errant strands of hair off her forehead and thanked God for the slight breeze. What would happen if they kissed? She’d imagined the taste of him so many times over the years, but damn, she needed to keep her body in check. In three days she’d be on her own and the furthest thing from his mind.
    “Where are you parked, Mace?”
    Her heart skipped two beats. No one except for Remi and Berto had called her by her nickname in far too long. Hearing it on Tanner’s lips once again sounded like heaven. After a pregnant pause to compose her thoughts, she found her voice. “The black Silverado in the corner.”
    “You’re a truck girl?” Tanner’s low whistle split the air. He chuckled and a broad smile brightened his face. “I think I’m in love.”
    Her breath caught in her throat and she stopped at the tailgate. Did he just say… in love ? He couldn’t have. His words had to be flippant or a figment of her overactive, libido-driven imagination. She tamped down the giddy feelings and shoved her inner romantic to the back of her mind.
      “Damn, this is a nice set of wheels.” He caressed the fender and clicked his tongue. “I suppose you like to crank her up to top speed and roll down the back roads with the windows down and the breeze tossing your hair around?”
    She laughed out loud. He’d read her mind and described the drive to Mason to a T. “I’ve had the truck for the last five years, and yes, I like to blast the music.”
    In two long strides, he met her at the rear of her truck. “I bet you look sexy as hell,” he said in a low rumble that vibrated deep within her pussy.
    His last comment tripped her up. Her? Sexy? The compliments kept coming. Was he for real? Couldn’t be. She fluttered her hand in the air and backed away from him. Her knees weakened. “I think the allure of my vehicle has fried your brain.” Grasping the rear fender, she held on for support.
    “Not in the least.” He bridged the gap between them, giving her no room to escape and a healthy view of hisperfect white smile. “I like the truck a lot better than