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“Craig?”
    Before she has time to feel embarrassed, I smile. “Shopping?”
    “Trying to.” She holds up her cell. “Never a moment’s peace.” She gestures for me to wait and continues with her conversation. “I need to go. Craig? He’s a friend. Come on…” She’s near crying.
    I frown.
Enough.
I edge closer and snatch the phone from her hand. She looks nervous. I hold up a finger, then press cancel. “See?” I say. “As easy as that.”
    “I can’t believe you just did that.”
    I offer her cell back. She takes it and stashes it in her pocket. “Wanna grab a burger?” I ask.
    “Where?” She looks around.
    I check my watch. “Let’s get out of here,” I suggest. “There are a few cafés downtown. No big crowds.”
    She eyes her bike worriedly. “What about…”
    There are a few other motorcycles parked nearby. “Ride with me. This is about the safest place I can think of.” I point to the security cameras mounted on top of the light poles across the parking lot. “See? Smile. You’re being watched.” I grin inwardly. I know the security business. Rent-a-cops always hone in on hotties. “We’ll be back in an hour or two.”
    She considers it briefly, then nods. “Let me grab my purse.” She unzips the single saddlebag mounted on the side of her bike, and then takes out a small black purse.
    “Where’s your brain bucket?” I ask.
    “At home.”
    I voice my disapproval. “Why? And don’t feed me that
I like to feel the wind in my hair
line.”
    She giggles. “If I’m riding in town, I don’t usually wear a helmet.”
    “Not very cautious, are you?”
    She slants her head. “I could ask you the same thing…”
    I think I know what she’s implying. “Really?”
    “Do you always wear a
helmet
?”
    Ah
…She’s curious about my sex life. I grin, evilly. “Trojan.”
    She gapes at me. “You’re a hopeless pervert.”
    “I’ve been called worse.”
    “Yeah.” She rolls her eyes. “I remember…”
    We walk to my car. She checks it out. “Pretty hot. Fast?”
    “I dusted you last night.”
    “Hah!” That gets a rise out of her. “I let you.”
    I unlock the passenger door. She gets in, watching me. I hurry to the driver’s side, get in, and start the engine. She smiles. “It sounds so smooth.”
    “Like to go fast?” I ask.
    “I’m addicted to speed.”
    There’s something innocent about her. I can’t peg it yet. But whenever her eyes light up I nearly lose my train of thought. There’s an incredible magnetism at play here. When I look at her, she’s quick to avert her eyes. I laugh inwardly. I haven’t felt a spark of interest like this in years. I’m sure she’s feeling the same. I’ve caught her staring at me—my lips—my ass. I curse my inability to resist a pretty face. And damn Glenda for pointing out my overt attraction to Marisela.
    We end up sitting on a park bench on Ocean Drive overlooking the water with takeout from Whataburger. It’s sunny and warm.
    “I’m sorry about last night. But you pissed me off.”
    She glances at me. “I’m known for dramatic entries,” she comments. “I didn’t know Robyn was pregnant—I have to be careful what I say and do in front of her from now on. She has high blood pressure and I guess the doctor is concerned.”
    I almost drop my burger in my lap. “Pregnant?”
    Marisela swings her legs around so she can see me straight on. “You didn’t know?”
    I shake my head, stunned.
    “You’re still in love with my sister, aren’t you?” There’s a note of disappointment in her voice. She’s assessing me.
    Goddamnit.
Why does everyone assume that? I’m ten girls over Robyn. “I’ll always have feelings for your sister,” I admit. “But…” Marisela’s eyes are so fathomless—ridiculously distracting. My mouth goes dry staring at her full lips. There’s a small dimple that shows up in her right cheek when she smirks. “I made peace with her a long time ago. I’m just surprised they’ve