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brother to protect her.
    Carter bent over with his hands on his thighs. He looked up, his blue eyes meeting hers. “I’ll stay.”
    Her lip and eyebrow both went up in confusion. Huh? “You’re going to hang out here…bored?” Why in the world would he want to sit in the dirt, in the middle of the track, by himself?
     
     
    Carter didn’t do fake. It was what turned him off about most women he met. They only cared about their looks, his fame, and what he could do for them.
    Molly obviously cared about none of those things.
    She stared at him now as if he were crazy for wanting to stay.
    He smiled at her. He was crazy all right—crazy about her. The last few hours had been the most fun he’d had in, well, he couldn’t remember how long. There was no way he was going to pass up spending time with her, even if she had just tried to kill him with her so called running . When people said they were going running, it usually meant a nice, even pace, easy to chat through. Oh no, her special kind of hell meant they were booking it, and with those damn hills to boot. But one look at her body and he could do nothing but appreciate her effort.
    “I won’t be bored.”
    “Whatever.” Molly rolled her eyes and grinned as she took off running even harder than she had been with him. He snorted in slight embarrassment as he realized she’d been holding back for him. Chuckling to himself, he let out the deep breath he’d finally caught. She was something else all right, a walking, breathing contradiction. The most beautiful girl he’d ever seen and as sweet as she could be. He certainly had never met another woman with those two qualities combined. Plus she had a childlike innocence to her, he found it refreshing, and very frightening.
    She made her way back to him about forty-five minutes later. “Okay, you just look lonely sitting here.”
    He’d been sure that he wouldn’t be bored, and he’d been right. He’d watched her the entire time, lost in his thoughts, trying to figure her out.
    Most of the time she seemed so free, so fun, and at other times it seemed as if a wall suddenly went up around her.
    She smiled down at him, toying with her ponytail, red-faced again.
    “Nope, just watching you, Gorgeous.”
    Her blush grew. “I don’t know if I should feel flattered or…creeped out.”
    “You’re not even breathing hard.” He patted the ground beside him. “Have a seat.”
    “I do this every day. Ugh, I’m sure I smell great.”
    “You smell fine. Besides, you owe me.”
    Her head cocked to the side at the same time her hand flew to her hip. “For?”
    “Because I protected you from all the boogie men.”
    Standing twenty feet up on top of the hill of the finish line, under the framing, she looked around at the empty stadium. They were completely alone except for a handful of workers putting the finishes touches on the track and the sound of dozers.
    “Oh, I guess those track builders are a pretty scary crew, huh?” she replied sarcastically.
    He patted the dirt again, laughing. “I won’t bite, well…unless you want me to.”
    She backed up a step, her eyes wide and her smile instantly wiped away.
    Shit.
    “I’m kidding. I’m kidding. I’m sorry. Come sit, please?”
    She looked at him for what felt like ages before she hesitantly sat down beside him. He bumped her with his shoulder and lowered his voice. “Hey…I’m sorry. I was just joking around.”
    She drew her knees to her chest and nodded.
    He ran a hand through his hair, feeling like an idiot. He should’ve known better than to have said something so overtly sexual to her. He got the feeling that she was really…innocent. Damn it . He should have seen it, but it just didn’t make any sense.
    Carter sat beside her for as long as he could without touching her, until he just couldn’t stand it anymore. He brought his finger up under her chin to raise her face to his.
    “Are you nervous?” he asked quietly when he heard her breathing