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that mouth to better use if only she saw things his way.
    “Okay, Detective. But for your information, I was driving fine until a rabbit ran in front of me and I swerved into the curb to avoid it and punctured my tire. I was waiting for a call back from roadside assistance when you stopped to harass me.”
    Lucky she hadn’t swerved and hit a tree. She should’ve taken her chances with the rabbit and dealt with the guilt. Better a dead bunny than having to be wrenched out of a scrap of twisted metal via Jaws of Life and carted to a hospital. He opened his mouth to tell her that, but then snapped it shut.
    She clearly wasn’t in the mood for a lecture, and he was already on the edge of doing something stupid. No need to guarantee it by getting into some sort of pissing contest with her that could only end in more fireworks between them.
    He wound his way around to the passenger’s side of the car, and she followed behind.
    Eyeing the obliterated tire, he nodded. “Yep, that’s flat, all right. But you can call the place back and cancel. I’ll change it for you as long as you have a spare.”
    “That’s one option,” she agreed. “Or I could continue to sit here doing just fine all by myself and wait a few minutes for them to get back to me while I dominate at Words With Friends.” She looked very pleased with herself until her choice of words registered and then she started to stutter. “Like…not dominate dominate. But I’m good at it. Words With Friends, I mean. On my cell phone.”
    “I knew what you meant.” He’d almost convinced himself to let her off the hook, but the devil took hold of him again. “I’m good at it, too. And I don’t mean Words With Friends.”
    She blinked up at him, the pink tip of her tongue flicking out to wet her lips, catching his attention, making him wish she would use it on him.
    Anywhere.
    Everywhere.
    She cleared her throat, crossing her arms over her chest, and the move sent her breasts plumping up to strain the sweetheart neckline of her dress. “Why are you doing this?” she asked, her husky voice making his cock swell against the fly of his tuxedo pants.
    “Doing what?” He moved closer, like a fish on a hook, drawn to her in a way he couldn’t explain, never mind control. He didn’t stop until they were only a foot apart, and she craned her neck to look up at him.
    “That,” she said, her voice breaking. “This.” She waved a fluttering hand back and forth between them. “Don’t play dumb, Rafe. You know exactly what I mean. Why do you keep toying with me?”
    The air crackled, and the sound of insects chirping filled the air, amplified by their deafening silence. Walk away, his brain supplied helpfully, almost frantically. Just walk away. But the rest of him didn’t get the memo because his feet wouldn’t cooperate.
    Instead, his stupid mouth took the lead. “Hell if I know,” he said, shaking his head slowly. His feet chose that moment to start working again and closed the last of the gap between them. The deepest part of him reveled in her gasp as their thighs bumped.
    “I’d love to take the blame for”—he mimicked her hand motion—“ this . And frankly, if it was all me, it would be easy to stop. But it’s not, is it?”
    “It is,” she insisted, but her face told another story.
    “No. You and I did fine together before.” He was close enough to catch the scent of her light perfume, and it made his head swim with the need to press his face to her nape and breathe her in more deeply. “The tension was there, but we kept our distance and still managed to hang with the group, no problem.” Aside from him fantasizing about her, but he didn’t view that as a problem, and that wasn’t the point. What was the point again? “The point is, before a couple weeks ago, you didn’t know what I was into, nor did you care. It wasn’t something I talked about, and it wasn’t like I tried to convert you to my way of thinking.”
    No sense