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    “I don’t do it that much but now and then, I like having a good time.” She stepped forward and placed her hand on his forearm as she lifted her gaze to his. “We’ll have a good time together, Sam. I promise.”
    There it was, permission for him to let go. To stop worrying so much and just take things as they came.
    Nodding, he cupped her shoulders in his hands. “Uh, you wouldn’t happen to have protection, would you?”
    Rory waved her purse. “Never leave home without it.”
    “So I guess we’re all set then. No reason not to…proceed.”
    She cocked her head, a smile playing around her lips. “Maybe you should take my insurance info first. Writing down my digits after the deed might get awkward. This way you don’t have to get nervous that I’ll expect you to call.”
    “No problem there. I can handle the paint jobs. To both cars,” he added.
    As anal as he was about car maintenance, even he couldn’t sleep with a woman then put in a claim to her insurance afterward.
    “You work on cars?” The interest in her voice prompted him to snatch one of the business cards bookmarking the book on the nightstand. He handed it to her and her eyes widened. “Classic cars. Your own shop. Which makes my crashing into your sweet Chevelle even worse.”
    “It’s okay.” He would’ve taken back the card, but she tucked it in her giant purse and shut the clasp. “Worked out all right so far, though we missed lunch.”
    “I’m definitely hungry.”
    He flicked a look toward the door that led to the kitchen. “I might have stuff for a sandwich.”
    She walked her fingers up his belly, stirring all sorts of appetites that had nothing to do with food. “Not hungry for a sandwich, Sam.”
    He took a long breath. If he could’ve picked the ideal woman to have a one-afternoon stand with, Rory would’ve been the perfect choice. She made things so easy.
    God, it had been forever since anything had been easy.
    “Okay. Good.”
    “Would you rather just sit and talk?” His pained expression must’ve given him away because she laughed. “I’m fine with hanging out for a while. We’re both buzzy from the accident.”
    Was that why he felt so electrified? “Wasn’t barely one. Just a bump.”
    “Enough to get our hearts racing. That and the sunshine set the right conditions for some harmless feelings of attraction.” She shrugged. “Not surprising the rush turned into something else.”
    She was giving him an out. Yes, adrenaline and excitement had carried him through the ride home and into the house. But now nerves were winning. And that small voice at the back of his mind that told him he shouldn’t bring anyone into his world, not when he’d likely lock them right out again afterward.
    But she wasn’t asking for a lifetime commitment. They didn’t have to be any more to each other than they were right now. She knew the score. If they both found release and moved on without any hard feelings, what was the problem? Whether they attributed it to drive-by lust or the aftereffects of a fender bender didn’t really matter.
    Thinking too much had gotten him into the stasis he’d lived in for over two years. He wanted out. Could even smell the scent of freedom beyond the barred gate inside his head. He just needed to reach for it.
    “I’d rather not talk. Or hang out.” He cleared his throat. “If it’s all the same to you.”
    Kiss her, dolt.
    Instead she stepped into him, tipping her face upward until their mouths brushed. Her soft lips heated under his, encouraging him to press his tongue against their parted seam. She made a sound of acquiescence, of excitement. The deeper he slid, the more she made the noise. Almost a purr. Carefully, he reached up to hold her head in his palms, tilting her so he could explore. She tasted like grape bubblegum. Sweet, a little wicked. A lot sexy.
    This would be okay.
    His heart was pounding so fast that eventually he had to break their kiss to breathe. Then