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you,” Carole said. “Just wanted to let you know that the rental’s hooked up and waiting for you at the office. The dealership has picked up the Lex.”
    “Good. Thanks for all the help. I’ll see you in the morning.”
    “Stay safe.”
    In the quiet after the call, Reese wanted to tell her the truth about what he did for a living, but his doubts remained. He’d been having too nice a time to risk riding the rest of the way to Oakland with an angry, icy sister upset by his revelation, so he kept his mouth shut. “Do you have any siblings?” he asked her.
    “A younger sister named Max.”
    “She represent athletes too?”
    “No. She works for the government.”
    “You’re the oldest, then. So am I.”
    “Being the oldest is okay, but it sucked sometimes when Max and I were young and my mother would say, ‘You’re the oldest. You should know better.’ Max was always getting us in trouble. Always.”
    “Pinky and the Brain weren’t easy to have around either.”
    She laughed. “‘Pinky and the Brain’? Is that what you call Jamal?”
    “Yep. Hates the name, but he’s been called that for so long, not much he can do about it at this point.”
    “That’s terrible.”
    “He’s a big boy. He can handle it.”
    “How old is he?”
    “Thirty-five. He and Bryce are two years apart.”
    JT found the story amusing. “Your mother must have had her hands full raising three boys.”
    “She died when we were young.”
    “I’m sorry.”
    “Thanks.” Even though Veronica Anthony had passed away almost two decades ago, Reese still missed her.
    “I didn’t mean to bring up sad memories.”
    “I’m okay. My pops raised us. He’d love you.”
    Surprise showed on her face. “Why?”
    “He appreciates a lady with a brain.”
    “And his oldest son?”
    Reese ran appreciative eyes over her angular face and deep brown eyes and said, more softly than he’d intended, “Like father, like son.”
    The vibe arched again.
    JT found it hard to keep her voice casual. “Sounds like a family of very smart men. Maybe I’ll get to meet the rest one day.”
    “Maybe. Ever been to Michigan?”
    “I try and stay away from places where stuff freezes.”
    He laughed. “It’s not too bad. You learn to deal with it. Never been cross-country skiing, then?”
    “No.”
    “You’d like it.”
    “Probably not the cold, but I’m up for anything once.”
    “I’m going to hold you to that.”
    Gazes were locked. Reese wanted to tease a finger down the flawless skin of her cheek, but he beat down the urge. In spite of the shared adventure, they were still strangers. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her or make her feel uncomfortable. To distract himself, he checked his watch. “We’ll give the engine another five minutes, then start her up. You want fresh water?”
    JT’s bottle was just about empty. “Sure.”
    He got up and went into the back, giving her the opportunity to check out the tight fit of his jeans as he moved by. Shaking her head with female appreciation, JT smiled and looked out at the night.
    The patch Bryce had programmed into the engine held up nicely, allowing them to cover the rest of the miles without incident. She kept sneaking eyes at him, and he did the same. They talked, they laughed, and by the time the big rig slowed to a stop outside JT’s office in the Jack London Square area of Oakland, neither wanted the night to end.
    JT slowly gathered her belongings. “Thank you so much.”
    “You’re welcome.” He knew that the penalty for kidnapping was nothing to play with, but he wanted her to stay so bad, he amusingly considered it. He took the card she handed him.
    “You can send the cherries to that address, and call me if you like.” She meant it, but doubted he’d take her up on the offer. Two different worlds.
    He slipped the card into the console beside him. “I may just do that.”
    As if wanting to commit these last parting moments to memory, they drank in the sight of