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my shoulder and
head for the door. I’m thinking to myself that I should’ve used the
bathroom before I left when I look up and see Nash sitting in his
sleek black car, talking on the phone. Not watching where I’m
going, I forget to step off the curb and end up falling off it
instead.
    I probably would’ve been able to keep my
balance had I not been loaded down with my stuffed overnight bag.
Once it got going in the wrong direction, there was no stopping
either of us.
    I fall ass over teacup into the parking lot.
In my head, I envision myself as a comical cartwheel of flailing
arms and legs.
    Yep, I’m making a fool of myself. Again.
Right in front of Nash.
    Is there no end to my embarrassment with
this guy?
    I’m thinking that as I try and right myself
as quickly as possible. Before I can get untangled from my purse
and duffel straps, however, strong hands are gripping my arms and
hauling me to my feet.
    I’m face to face with Nash. His
dark-chocolate eyes are full of concern and he smells lightly of
expensive cologne, something musky. Dark. Sexy.
    “Are you all right?”
    I’m discombobulated. “I’m just glad I didn’t
pee all over myself,” I blurt. I see his mouth drop open a tiny bit
and I feel my cheeks go up in flames.
    Oh sweet Lord, what did I just say?
    And then he laughs. His perfect mouth spreads
into a wide smile, revealing equally perfect teeth. His face is
transformed from gorgeous into just plain breathtaking. And the
sound—it’s rich and rumbly and slides over my skin like satin.
    I know I’m staring, but I can’t seem to keep
my eyes off the lips that are so close. They look so much like his
brother’s. So delicious. So forbidden. And, despite all the reasons
I shouldn’t, I want him to kiss me just as badly.
    What the hell is wrong with me?
    “I am, too.”
    My brain is utterly scrambled.
    “What?” I ask, dazed and confused.
    “I am, too,” he repeats.
    “You are too what?”
    “I’m glad you didn’t pee all over yourself,
too.”
    Oh yeah. That.
    Apparently, it’s the rule of the universe
that I make an ass of myself at every possible opportunity with
this guy. And his brother, too!
    Stepping away from him so I can think, I
smile sheepishly and shake my head. “Oh, God! Sorry about that. I,
uh, I was just thinking that I should’ve used the bathroom before I
left. I had lots of water today.”
    I laugh uneasily. He continues to watch me in
amusement. It’s horrifying.
    “Where are you headed?”
    “To work.”
    “Ah. And where’s that?” he asks, pushing his
hands into his pockets like he’s settling in for a long
conversation.
    “Um, Tad’s Bar and Grill in Salt
Springs.”
    “Salt Springs?” He frowns. “That’s, what,
just over an hour from here?”
    “Yep, which is why I need to get going.”
    I have to get away from him before something
more embarrassing happens. Like I reach out and touch the rounded
pecs that I can just make out beneath his expensive dress
shirt.
    “Right. Well, drive carefully.”
    With a nod and a polite smile, he turns and
walks back to the car that’s purring quietly a few feet away.
    I all but run to my beat up Honda Civic. It
has never looked more welcoming. Or more like an escape pod. I hop
in and slam the door, exhaling in relief.
    But then, much to my chagrin, I turn the key
and hear only a sluggish whine. The engine won’t start.
    I look at the gas gauge. Half full. It’s not
an empty tank. I look at the dashboard lights. They’re nice and
bright. It’s not a dead battery. Beyond that, I have no idea what
to check.
    I’m sitting helplessly behind the wheel,
wondering what the hell I’m going to do, when I see Nash cross in
front of my car and approach my window. I roll it down.
    I try to smile when I feel like crying
instead.
    “Car won’t start?” he asks.
    “Nope.”
    “What seems to be the problem?”
    “I have no clue. I have ovaries; therefore I
repel all things mechanical.”
    He chuckles.