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gesture that somehow exuded a heavy
sensuality. It was simply that he‘d saved me. I knew that deep down. It didn’t
make his masculine pull any easier to handle.
    Then it hit me. The ugly truth.
    “I don’t have anywhere to go.” A wall
of tears obscured my vision. I swallowed and swallowed again to keep from
crying. Bit my tongue and pinched my thigh and tried to slide away from him on
the bench seat. But he caught me up, a kind arm around my shoulder as the first
wave of tears broke the barrier of my lower lashes.
    “Hey, hey, Ember. September--can I
call you that? Good,” he went on without waiting for my approval. “Why are you
crying? Don’t cry. Why are you crying?”
    “Because I keep biting my tongue so I
won’t cry.”
    “But you are crying.”
    “I know.”
    “So why are you crying?”
    “Because now my tongue hurts!”
    For whatever reason, his gruff barely
audible laughter made me feel better. I had to figure out where to go. I’d be
fucked blue and tattooed before I’d go home to Damien. That ass.

Chapter 3
    Lucas put the tow truck in gear and it
took off with a grunt. He hit a button on a remote attached to his visor. The
gates opened slowly in the darkness. I sniffled, trying so hard not to let the
embarrassment turn me inside out. My emotional state was not making a good
first impression. Abduction Fantasy Barbie in my green undies wasn’t a great
start either. I was pretty much screwed as far as first impressions went.
“Where are you taking me?”
    My heart pounded. If he said the
police station, I’d open the door and jump for it. What more could a girl want
than to take a flying leap from a moving truck while handcuffs circled her
wrists. Oh yeah, a boyfriend who’d think it important to mention that you were
locked in the back of his truck. You know, so you didn‘t freeze to death.
    “Home. I’ve got some cuffs and the key
should work just fine. We’ll get your wrists free, dunk you in a shower, dress
you in some sweats and regroup.”
    I blinked at him, feeling stupid.
Streetlights threw flashes of yellow and silver over his strong profile. One
moment he looked angelic, the next nearly demonic. A surreal and gorgeous play
of light that showed me how little I knew about the man sitting next to me. No
matter what the light, he always appeared gorgeous, I noted. “I’m sure your
wife will love that.“ I was testing the waters though I wanted to deny it. Not
quite ready to admit my attraction, I was cheating. Probing. If a shrink got a
hold of me, he’d have a field day.
    “No wife.” He put his turn signal on
and took a sharp left. My ass slid across the bench seat, my thigh banged his
before I could scramble back to my side. The chains on the cuffs jangled
merrily and he smiled. “And before you go there, no girlfriend either. So no
one will care if I bring home a woman who’s cuffed up and bare. And you‘re kind
of blue, in case you were curious.” He stared at me not smiling and my heart
grew too big for my chest. “ No one will care if I get her out of her cuffs and
no one will care if I put her in a hot steamy shower and dress her in my too
big clothes. No one. Except maybe Daisy.”
    His description in that soft sure
voice made my heart flutter. With Lucas it seemed that every word was
deliberate. He’d be the man who rarely cared what others thought. Who did what
he wanted and that was the way it was. If you didn’t like it, I bet Lucas Crow
would tell you to go fuck yourself. “Daisy?”
    “My dog. She might be pissed. But if
you give her a treat, she’ll love you for life. She is a little big, so don’t
freak out, okay? You’ll want to, but don’t.”
    In my head, X-rated images played of
me pinned to the shower wall by a huge wet Lucas. I struggled to inhale, barely
managed. The movie in my head was full of steam surrounding us. His big hands
pinned my hips to the cool white tile. His knee parted my thighs, forcing my
stance wide so that I was open to