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buds of his MP3 player in his ears and was intermittently flipping through a travel book or gazing out at the scenery flashing by. Occasionally she could see those fascinating lips moving—presumably to the music she couldn’t hear.
    Or he hadn’t taken his meds today.
    He sure hadn’t taken his chatty pill.
    He seemed to be having a little party for one in his seat—perfectly content—and it irritated her. If he seriously thought he could ignore her for three thousand kilometres, then he truly did need those meds.
    It should have been refreshing to be ignored by a man for a change. But it was strangely off-putting. Attention she could deal with. She could deflect. But inattention, lack of interest even, that wasn’t in her repertoire.
    She was going to get him talking if it killed her.
    She reached across and yanked on the closest ear bud. ‘How about a game, instead?’ she suggested as he fixed her with a steady glare.
    Kent waited a beat of two before replying. She wanted to play games? He notched up another black mark as he held out his hand for the bud. ‘No.’
    ‘Come on,’ she cajoled undeterred. ‘This is supposed to be a road trip, right? You play games on road trips. It’s in all the movies.’
    Kent refused to think about the kind of games he could play with Sadie Bliss. He was not going to think about strip anything. He wasn’t going there. ‘I don’t do games,’ he said bluntly as he relieved her of his ear bud.
    She quirked an eyebrow. ‘What, not even I Spy?’
    Kent regarded her for a moment, all perky and pushy. He needed to nip that in the bud or this trip was going to be interminable. ‘How about truth or dare?’
    Sadie’s pulse spiked at the silky note in his voice and the way his gaze seemed to flick, ever so briefly, to her mouth. It was tempting but she doubted he’d go for truth. And she was damned if she was going to dare this man to do anything.
    ‘Maybe once we’ve got to know each other a little better?’ she retreated.
    Kent pulled his gaze away from her, startled at the thought. He didn’t want to know Sadie Bliss. A sign flashed by and he grabbed a mental hold. ‘I spy with my little eye,’ he said, ‘something beginning with petrol station.’
    Sadie kept her eyes firmly on the indicated services ahead. She scrunched her brow. ‘You know you’re only supposed to say the first letter, right?’
    He ignored her sarcasm. ‘Pull in, I’m starving. Breakfast seems a very long time ago.’
    Sadie had been starving for the last three days. ‘We’ve only been in the car for three hours,’ she pointed out.
    ‘I need snacks,’ he said. ‘And you can use the facilities.’
    ‘Gee, thanks,’ Sadie said rolling her eyes as she indicated left. ‘But my days of enforced toileting ended a long, long time ago. You may have women in your life with weak bladders but, I can assure you, mine is made of cast iron.’
    ‘So it’s just your stomach that’s weak?’ he enquired drily.
    Sadie shot him a look as she prepared to park. ‘Really? You want to annoy me now? As I’m parking your tank in this itty-bitty car space?’
    Kent assessed the one remaining, very narrow car space. She made a good point. ‘Nope.’
    Sadie turned back to the job at hand as she nervously pulled the car into the middle of three parking bays. The heavy steering was fine for wide open spaces but it felt as if she was trying to grapple a huge metallic beast into a matchbox as she centred the vehicle.
    It was gratifying to get a grunt of respect from Kent.
    He flung his door open as soon as she killed the engine. ‘You coming?’
    Sadie shook her head. ‘I’m good.’
    ‘You want something?’
    She shook it again. ‘I brought some snacks with me.’
    Sadie watched him stride to the sliding doors of the service station, pleased to be released from his company for a few minutes. His jeans gently hugged his bottom and the backs of his thighs without being skin tight. His T-shirt was loose