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They unsettled him and made him want to trust her all at the same time. And that was nuts; he didn’t trust anyone, especially women.
    He’d made that mistake too many times already.
    She tilted her head to the side and bit her lip, the flush in her face deepening. “I especially enjoyed Dark Secrets.”
    Now that movie had been a blockbuster, many would say due to the writing, and others would argue it was the gratuitous nudity. He certainly wasn’t shy, and he’d worked his ass off to be in the right kind of shape for that movie, but knowing Sam not only watched it, but enjoyed it, made him suddenly understand exhibitionism. He shifted in his seat and cleared his throat. “Is that right?”
    She narrowed her eyes at him in challenge. “I’m a healthy adult female; I’m not the only one who’s watched it more than once.”
    His voice lowered and took on a gravelly tone. “You watched it more than once?”
    She straightened in her seat and finished off her water with a grin. “More than twice.”
    His body tightened everywhere. Was she flirting with him? “Well, then it seems you have me at a disadvantage.” He leaned closer, holding her gaze. “And that doesn’t seem quite fair.” Images of her naked flashed in his mind, sending his tension from uncomfortable to torturous. Damn woman.
    Tapping her finger against her lip, she bit the tip of it, giving him a thoughtful stare. “I’m okay with that.”
    He froze for a split second and then leaned back with a laugh. Well then, if she wasn’t worried about playing fair, he wouldn’t, either.
    And he was right. Maybe they did still have something.
    …
    Sam braved the downpour that night and ran past the set trailers with her bag over her head, a not-so-great shield from the rain. They’d finished lunch and then filmed another sequence, working well into the evening.
    What the hell had she been thinking, flirting with Gage? She grinned, feeling alive for the first time in a long time. Playing with him and knowing she of all people affected him, sent a shot of adrenaline straight to her ego. She’d wanted to pretend they hadn’t had a connection the first night they’d met, but they had, and it was still there. One she didn’t quite know what to do with, but she couldn’t deny the fact she wanted to find out. She held back a small squeal of nerves by biting her lip.
    Rounding the last small building, her car in sight, she lowered her bag. Gage stepped away from the side, his wet hair slicked back, water dripping from his nose and chin. A black T-shirt was stretched across his wide chest and over his broad shoulders.
    Her heart stopped.
    “What’s your game, Sam?”
    Sam stammered. “It’s raining.”
    He dipped his chin once. Wrapping his thick fingers around her upper arm, he steered her in a U-turn and up the steps of his trailer.
    Sam threw her hands out at the door, like a damn cat avoiding a bath. “Wait a minute, what are you doing?”
    “We need to talk.” Without pause, he crowded her through the door and closed it.
    Turning around, he leaned back against the door—her only escape. He ran his fingers through his sopping hair and then down his face, clearing his throat.
    She jumped at the sound. Hadn’t she just been flirting with him? Now she twittered about like some damn virginal sacrifice in a war lord’s harem. And there was nothing sacrificial about being alone with Gage.
    He laughed, and when his humor faded, he still held her gaze.
    The sound of his low, rumbling chuckle did weird things to her insides, topsy-turvy, inside-out kinds of things. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Sweet baby Jesus . She looked everywhere but at him, but gave up and took in every inch of his taut, tanned skin. She never knew her peripheral vision was so keen. “What are you doing?”
    “I didn’t want you to get wet.” He stepped toward her, hesitated, and then closed the distance between them. “I’m going to kiss