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She managed to tip her coffee cup and douse her shoe before
rousing from her reverie. She scuffed some dirt over the coffee and
straightened her shoulders. If no one had seen her idiotic expression,
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she would be okay. Her attention went back to the men carrying on a
lively conversation a few yards from where she stood.
She had separated herself from the group with the intention of
staring at Nick. He could only be described as awesome. The strength
of his forearms captivated her. Beautiful sun-touched skin over
muscle and sinew roused a hunger to feel his hands on her.
"And, if Shelby hasn t got any questions, we can all go home.
Matt grinned at her and waved to get her attention.
Oh. Sure, Matt. For several seconds, she couldn t grasp the
situation, the reason they all stood around and the crew headed out in
different directions. Oh yes. She remembered. Sheet rock. Yes.
Okay. When the shipment comes in, we ll get back to work.
Her cheeks burned with a fire of humiliation. Somewhere, there
had to be something to end her fascination with Nick. He looked her
way and flashed one of his "I-know-what-you're-thinking" smiles.
She should have ignored him but couldn t.
"Come with me for a minute." As if they still cared for each other,
he pulled her close to his side and walked a few steps before shaking
his head at her glower of disdain. Ever figure out how you used me
while I tended your injury?
His murmured question deserved an insult to his beloved package.
Yes, and it seems I got shortchanged if you get my meaning. Her
chilly glance stabbed at the front of his pants. What do you really
want?
He laughed and squeezed her arm. I haven t seen you in a week.
Your bulldog secretary stops me at the door.
She has her orders. No lowlifes.
Okay. I m scum. His brows quirked at her sudden laughter.
How ve you been, Shel?
I m a healthy woman, Nick. You know that.
Indeed I do. He glanced at her breasts poorly hidden under the
silk cream of her tank top.
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Do you have to keep touching me? The shrug to free herself
came off feeble at best.
Of course I don t mind touching you. He grinned at her. Oh,
you said, have to .
Shelby handed him her empty Styrofoam cup. You re not cute.
What do you really want?
My, my. Aren t we hostile?
The crew is gone. You don t have to pretend to be a human
now.
He glanced in the direction of departing pickup trucks. Yeah.
Right. I really did want to see how you are doing since I am more or
less responsible for the great black eye.
She ached to smack his grinning mouth. The nice yellow and
purple colors will fade in time. She didn t want to meet his gaze or
look at his damned wonderful face. She would be lost. She chose to
look at her watch. I have a client waiting.
He leaned so near his chin brushed the top of her head. She was
sure he had moaned. But no, he smiled at her with a certain tease in
those damned dark-as-night eyes.
So, Shel. I m taking the long weekend to get in that fishing trip
you cost me.
Nick. You re making small talk. So unlike you. What is it
you re having problems saying? Why couldn t he lean against her
again? She wanted to feel the press of his shoulder and the warmth of
his body.
No problem, Shel. Did you get your car to a body shop?
Something tells me you know I didn t.
It s going to start rusting.
I don t have time to fix crap like that.
He flicked at a wisp of hair that played around her ear. You have
now. His dark lashes shuttered his eyes and his voice deepened into
a husky caress. You okay? No more headaches or anything?
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Her heart quivered and every nerve crackled. No. You re off the
hook. She could smell the intoxicating mixture of his soap and
aftershave perking over the scent of clean clothing he wore. He made
her drunk with pleasure.
His grip on her arm tightened a little and his smile softened.
Okay, Ms. Independence. I ll see you in a few days.
He walked away, picking up speed after glancing at his watch.
She wanted to run after him, make him late for whatever he d
planned. After he had driven out of sight, the urge for a chocolate fix
hit Shelby like a tornado. Her destination had been set for a trip to the
Russell Stover Candy Shop.
* * * *
Shelby steered with one hand while digging deep into the bag of
double-dipped chocolate-covered peanuts and stuffed her mouth full.
She bobbed her head in time to the rock music blaring from her CD
player. She felt good now. Good music, good food and Good lord!
The car behind her looked as if it were about to barrel up her tail
pipes.
She tapped her brakes to alert the driver he might be too close. His
speed didn't alter. Using her turn signals didn't seem to help either.
Nervous now, she pulled over into the right lane to let him pass. That
stretch of roadway had always been allowed to grow wild for the
migratory birds and ducks and had no street lights for several blocks.
Pitch black at night, the weed choked ravine on her right dropped off
sharply into a creek, and could be dangerous if a motorist got careless.
She shivered in apprehension of the other driver s intent.
A warning came back to haunt her. Don't drive alone late at night.
Her father had nagged her plenty of times about it. Now, she was
alone and afraid. The other car pulled up so close the headlights
blinded her. Her head snapped upon the impact of the car hitting her
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bumper. She gasped in surprise and gripped the steering wheel. The
driver obviously had been drinking and she had to get away.
Her foot tromped the gas pedal and her sports car jumped into
high gear, quickly speeding away. Her heart missed several beats
when she looked in the rearview mirror and saw him still on her tail.
He hit her bumper again and this time, she skidded against the
retaining wall separating her from the long fall down into the gully.
She screamed, but she barely heard it. Not over the loud
hammering of her heart. Her survival instinct kicked in and she
pushed the pedal to the floor. Looking from side to side for another
car or a lit up building, she got back into the left lane. Her eyes misted
up and she couldn't see well enough to be driving so fast. She
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