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been washed away by last week’s rainy deluge.
    Typical spring weather in Michigan.
    The irritation coursing through Brent’s veins intensified when he spotted a car up ahead that had slid off the road into the shallow ditch and taken out one of Ruby’s neighbor’s fence posts.
    “Aw, come on. I just fixed that damned post last week!”
    What was it with the people around here lately? That was the third time this year the post had been hit. Maybe it’s time to find a really big rock to set between it and the road…
    He hated the thought of being delayed any further, but whether the other driver was an idiot or not, Brent couldn’t turn a blind eye to the situation. A quick glance, to make sure they were okay, he conceded. Maybe even an offer to call a tow truck. Nothing more. But as he pulled up alongside the ditch, he could see the car was empty, its driver already gone.
    “Good,” he muttered, and eased his truck forward once more.
    His relief was short-lived. A few hundred yards ahead, he spotted a figure slip-sliding along the side of the road. A small, curvy figure, dressed in a jacket, skirt, and heels.
    Heels? Who the hell walks around in the middle of an ice storm wearing heels?
    At the sound of his approaching truck the figure turned and waved frantically in his direction. The sudden movement compromised her footing, and Brent watched with mild amusement as she did darn near everything but fall while struggling to stay upright. Balance recovered, she turned her face back toward his halting truck and threw him a sheepish grin.
    Oh, no.
    Brent rubbed his eyes.
    Not her. Please God, anyone but her.
    He blinked and looked again, but the view didn’t change. It was Legs, her soaking wet clothes molded to every one of her mouth-watering curves. Temptation incarnate.
    He gave serious thought to hitting the gas, just tearing out of there and never looking back. But that lasted all of half a second before the gentleman in him—the glutton-for-punishment gentleman—decided to do the right thing and help her out. With a silent vow to not get tongue-tied around her again, he drew his truck to a stop and lowered the passenger window.
    “Let me guess,” he called. “Decided to walk off some of that lunch?”
    “Good guess, but no.”
    She brushed a clump of wet hair from her eyes, and those unassuming blues of hers managed to rattle something in him yet again. If she stuck around any longer, he’d have to stop making eye contact with her. Or, better yet, he thought as she stepped closer, maybe he should make sure she didn’t stick around at all.
    “Actually,” she said, leaning her elbows on his truck’s lowered window, “my car went off the road a ways back. And my cell can’t seem to find a signal out here. Do you have a phone I could borrow?”
    Ah, see? She’d make a call and be gone. It was a win-win all around. “Sure. Climb in.”
    Brent shifted in his seat and reached to dig the phone from his front pocket. Legs lowered her arms and took a small step back. He cast her a dark look. What, was his truck not good enough for her? “What’s the matter?”
    “Nothing.” She hugged herself, glanced up and down the street. “Just…waiting for you to get your phone.”
    She didn’t trust him. Though, being female, stranded, and looking the way she did, he couldn’t really blame her. Still, he wasn’t going to let her stand there and freeze to death. He retrieved his phone and held it out toward her.
    Legs didn’t budge.
    A princess and stubborn—lucky me .
    “Look, I’d feel a heck of a lot better if you’d come in out of the rain while you make your call. My phone isn’t exactly waterproof, and you’re turning blue.” He angled the dashboard heater vents toward her. “See? Warm you up before you catch pneumonia or something.”
    “F-fine.” She pulled the door open, hesitated, and then shot him a stern look. “Just don’t try anything funny.”
    He worked to suppress a grin at her