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magenta-pink bikini to match her new
lipstick. It never occurred to her why she was getting all these girly items.
For once in her life she allowed herself the freedom to buy without thinking,
to indulge herself without feeling guilty. It was stimulating!
    She had a late lunch at a charming
Japanese steakhouse that was decorated with tatami mats and low tables with
pillows for seating. Her appetite, which was usually quite dull, surprised her.
She wound up ordering a huge bento box full of sushi, salad with ginger
dressing, tangy noodles and wonderful shrimp fried rice, with a cup of sake on
the side.
    A sudden rainstorm blasted the air as
she rushed to her car. Frantically, she threw her purchases into the trunk and
raised the convertible top, getting thoroughly drowned in the process. Finally
safe within the wet car, she started the engine and stepped on the gas, only to
discover that one of the tires was flat!
    A curse hissed from under Fawn’s
breath as she braved the storm to check the damage. Somehow a sliver of glass
has gotten wedged into the tire. She thought back on her drive up from San Diego , vaguely recalled passing by a minor
traffic accident, where the only injury was to a vintage sedan’s windshield.
Leave it to her to pick up a souvenir.
    “Oh, well,” she shrugged. “It won’t
get changed with me just standing here!”
    She slicked her soaked hair back
behind her ears and wrestled the spare tire and jack from the trunk. She had
taught herself to do simple car repairs on her MG. Richard hated anything old,
refused to deal with it. But it was a gift from Connie on her twentieth
birthday – which meant it was her most prized possession besides the bungalow.
    Funny how ungentlemanly these rich Southern California guys were – not one had stopped to
offer her assistance. Not that she needed it but somehow it would have seemed a
nice gesture. They were probably afraid of mussing up their two hundred dollar
haircuts or ruining their designer suits in the rain.
    Lightning struck a tree on the hill
above the mall; Fawn jumped, began to struggle harder to finish the job. Then
she noticed a large, gleaming silver truck slinking towards her. The passenger
window slid down, revealing Taury Trahern, dressed in a stylish black suit with
a striped vest and tie. He looked like he’d just stepped off the runway in Milan or out of a cologne ad. She gasped.
    “Need a hand?” he asked.
    “I’m almost done.”
    “Well, let me do the rest. You hop up
in here before you catch cold.”
    He opened the passenger door.
    “I’ll get your seats damp.”
    “No problem. They’re leather.”
    She stepped up into the cabin.
    “But you shouldn’t be out in the rain
in that suit. You’ll ruin it.”
    “I’m itching to get out of the damn
thing anyway.”
    He started to remove the jacket, then
the tie, the vest, and a white shirt. Fawn couldn’t help noticing the sensuous
curves of his torso, and the tuft of golden hair just below his belly button.
“Here I go again,” she thought, trying to calm her booming heart.
    Taury smiled at her as if he knew what
she was thinking. Then he climbed out of the truck and went round to her car.
She watched him as he made quick work of attaching the spare and replacing the
tools into her trunk. The rain sheathed his broad, tan shoulders, darkened his
hair, and sent her off on a fantasy where the two of them were locked in a wet
embrace in her shower. She gasped again.
    The click of the truck door as it
opened brought her back to reality.
    “All done!” Taury announced. Fawn
lowered her gaze, patting her flushed cheeks with damp hands as he got in and
turned the engine.
    “Thanks, I really appreciate it.
Guess I’ll head on home.”
    He sat quietly for a moment, looking
at her.
    “You don’t like me much, do you?”
    “What?”
    “You heard me.”
    “Yes, I did. But I don’t know why
you’d ask such a question. I don’t really know you.”
    “Would you like