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    “Do you remember where you parked?” Alexandra asked as the elevator went up. Really, he could put her down now.
    “Please. You obviously don’t know who you’re dealing with. If I can find my car after a Patriots game, this will be easy.”
    Alexandra hated football.
    She hated football because of Will Garrity.
    Maybe it was time to move on. High school was a long time ago.
    There it was, the monster truck. He shifted her as he reached into his pants pocket for the keys. The headlights flashed.
    “Here we are, Ms. Russell.” Will opened the door and deposited her in the front seat. For a work vehicle, it was pretty clean, with only the faintest trace of wood and working man. “Where are you parked?”
    Alexandra blanked completely. She’d been running late all day after filling out a mountain of Lassiter Broadcasting forms for the HR department. The morning appointment had morphed into the afternoon, interrupted by about a thousand phone calls to Tonya Lassiter. She’d barely made her Chico’s shift after fixing Emma an early dinner, or as her mother liked to call it “tea.” She hadn’t even had time to change her shoes, which were now history.
    “Um…”
    Will chuckled. “It’s all right. We can drive around aimlessly until we come to it.”
    Alexandra was mortified. He already thought she was a dizzy blonde. She was smart. Or she used to be before Rick robbed her of her wits, self-respect and money.
    Employee parking was a million miles away from the customers’ lots, serviced by a fleet of buses that ran at regular intervals. Mohegan Sun was a twenty-four hour operation, although not everything stayed open. Hard-core gamblers were not interested in trying on silk leopard-print tunics in Chico’s at two A.M., for example.
    Will followed one of the employee shuttles as it made its rounds. They spotted her crumpled car under a light at exactly the same time, and he braked.
    “Your chariot awaits, Princess. Wait a sec, and I’ll help you out.”
    Really, he was being ridiculous. Alexandra had already stuffed her ruined shoes in her tote. A few seconds of bare feet on blacktop wouldn’t kill her.
    But he swept her up again and carried her to her car. Instead of putting her down, he placed her on the rather chilly hood.
    “Give me your keys.”
    “I can—”
    “I’m sure you can do anything you set your mind to. But let me be a gentleman, okay?”
    She heard the door locks click and started to slide off the car.
    He was back in a flash. “Uh uh uh. What if you stepped on glass and got gangrene or something? How could we go out dancing?”
    Alexandra looked up into his shadowed face. “Are we going out dancing?”
    His breath was warm against her cheek. “I don’t know. You tell me.”
    Alexandra wanted to say yes. She would say yes. But first, she twisted her arms around Will Garrity’s neck and kissed him.

Chapter 6
    H oly Mother of God . It had been one thing when he’d snuck in and kissed her a little while ago, kind of like a stealth attack. He hadn’t asked permission, too afraid she’d say no.
    Not that there was one thing wrong with that earlier kiss, aside from its brevity—the hairs on his neck were still waving and other parts of him were distinctly alert. Carting her around for what seemed like a couple of miles had done nothing to calm him down, either.
    But now she was kissing him , and Will almost fell over in surprise. His hands hit the hood and he held himself up by sheer will.
    Sheer will. Ha. He’d cracked a joke that no one would ever hear.
    She was nibbling in a kind of tentative way, as if she wasn’t sure he’d like it. Hell, he liked it too much, and returned a gentle parry of his own. Her hands were loosely locked around the back of his head keeping him still, not that he wanted to go anywhere.
    She tasted…fresh. Sweet. The kiss reminded him of when he was young and fumbling but thought he was studly—there was an innocence to it that belied the fact