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squealed. “We’re free!”
    “Not if you slow down now,” Luke said. “This isn’t Driving Miss Daisy .”
    Glory concentrated on keeping the Vanquish from swerving into the other lane. Twisted Sister’s version of “We’re Not Gonna Take It” blared from her cell phone. Oh, Lordy . She couldn’t remember whose ringtone that was, Ashley or Hallie’s, but that didn’t matter. She wasn’t looking forward to talking to either of her twisted sisters.
    Especially since she’d just lost the whole town’s savings in an underground poker game. She was supposed to come back with more than eight hundred thousand smackeroos. Instead, she had a banged-up car, a rich control freak, and a cut on her face where she’d been hit by falling plaster.
    The cell phone stopped ringing. The road was coming to an end. Fast. Faster than she’d expected. Glory hit the brakes, hard. The wheels squealed and left black tracks on the pavement. She hauled the wheel to one side, turning right.
    The car stuttered and stalled. Hell . Her teeth ground together. “This thing is more temperamental than Cara May during a hot flash.” She turned the key in the ignition, heard the car roar to life for the third time in less than five minutes. “Look behind you. Can you see anything? Are they still after us?”
    “Maybe—we need to get going.”
    “Right.” She shifted up fast, gaining speed again, then cast a quick glance at Luke.
    The music from her phone started up a second time. Luke pushed a hand through his dark hair, and for a moment his controlled demeanor slipped. A deep breath. Then his soft lips twitched into a cool smile. “Are you planning on answering that?”
    “Not really.” She wasn’t ready to admit to her sisters that she didn’t have the eight hundred thousand bucks.
    Luke had given her the car, the price of which would probably take a chunk out of that figure. At least, it would have before the door hit a brick wall.
    She sucked in a breath.
    The road widened. She could go faster now. She reached for the stick shift to put it into fifth and missed, the palm of her hand touching his leg.
    Whoa. The fancy suit covered a surprisingly muscular thigh. She blinked and pulled her hand away.
    Hallie would have left it there.
    Hallie would have moved her hand higher.
    She wasn’t Hallie.
    But sometimes—like now—she wished she could be.
    The opera’s lamentation, whether it was about true love or just some woman complaining that they were out of double-dipped biscotti at the coffee shop, was getting on Glory’s nerves. “What the hell is this?”
    “ Lucia de Lammermoor . Do you like it?”
    “Kind of.” Her nose wrinkled up slightly. “Opera reminds me a bit of what we sing in church. I’m in the chorus, every Sunday morning. Afterward, we always have a picnic. Strawberry shortcake, lemonade, and buckets of fried chicken.”
    “It’s the mad scene. Most famous mad scene in all of opera.”
    Once upon a time, she’d dreamed about attending those picnics with a man who loved her. Someone tall, dark, and drop-dead gorgeous with high cheekbones and olive skin. Someone with strong lips, capable hands, and emerald eyes.
    Green eyes.
    She flushed and shifted into fourth. She’d never fantasized about a man with green eyes before. Her ex-fiancé’s eyes had been pale blue, the color like well-worn jeans on a clothesline. The only man she could think of with green eyes was sitting right next to her.
    But it wasn’t just the eyes. The fantasy man currently in her mind had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and an expensive jacket.
    Luke had strong lips, capable hands, and emerald eyes. He was a damn good-looking man, and his suit had to be custom. It made him look like one of the models printed in the magazines at Daisy’s Clip and Curl. But that was no reason for her body to mistake adrenaline for lust. What did she know about the man, anyway?
    He was rich, gorgeous, and sharp enough to see through her poker