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ambivalent,” she replied. “Just let me change out of this wet T-shirt, and we’ll go.”
    â€œDo you have to?”
    Her gaze narrowed and her hands went back to her hips, but she was trying too hard not to grin to be angry. “Have to what?”
    Austin waggled his eyebrows. “Change out of the wet T-shirt?”
    She widened her eyes at him, then turned and hurried off in the direction of the guest apartment.
    It was all he could do not to tag along with her.
    His mouth quirked. It wasn’t as if she’d let him watch her change her shirt.
    Damn the luck.
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    E VERY NERVE IN HER BODY was on red alert, and her heart seemed to skip every other beat.
    It was her own fault.
    What had she been thinking, asking Austin, of all people, if he’d like to ride to town with her?
    Now here he was, big as life and busting with testosterone, sitting in her perfectly ordinary subcompact car, sliding the passenger seat back as far as it would go.Shep, still damp from his bath and smelling pleasantly of freshly shampooed dog, sat directly behind him.
    Austin was taking up more than his fair share of room, she knew that much. If she weren’t careful, their shoulders would touch.
    All business, Paige took her sunglasses from the holder above her rearview mirror and put them on. Then she fastened her seat belt, shifted into Reverse and almost backed into the garage door.
    Austin chuckled, reached up to push the button on the remote clasped to one of the visors.
    The garage door rolled up behind them.
    â€œI would have remembered,” Paige said.
    â€œOf course you would have,” Austin agreed lightly.
    Paige knew if she looked at him, she’d catch him grinning. Her cheeks ached with heat, and she was grateful for her sunglasses.
    â€œI suppose you think you should drive,” she huffed, taking great care as she backed out into the driveway.
    Austin spread his hands. “Did I say that?” he asked.
    Paige sighed. “No.”
    She managed to drive out of the garage without crashing into anything and pointed the car toward the massive iron gates standing open at the bottom of the driveway.
    â€œWhy are you so rattled?” Austin wanted to know.
    Paige braked for the turn onto the main road. The coast was clear in both directions, but she came to a crawling stop anyhow.
    â€œI am not rattled.”
    â€œYes, you are.”
    â€œI am not.” She paused, sucked in a righteous breath. “Don’t flatter yourself, Austin. Not every woman is susceptible to your many charms, you know.”
    He laughed. “I didn’t say that, either.”
    Paige sniffed, indignant. “Some things,” she replied, “go without saying.”
    Austin cocked an eyebrow at her as she pointed the car toward town. “No matter what I say,” he ventured, “you’re going to disagree. Right?”
    â€œRight,” Paige said.
    That time they both laughed.
    Austin folded his arms, closed his eyes, tilted his head back, the very picture of a contented cowboy. Although Paige hated to give this particular man credit for anything, she had to admit, at least to herself, that he still had the power to short-circuit her wiring.
    He was so damnably at home in his own skin.
    It would have bothered some men, riding shotgun instead of taking the wheel, but not Austin. Whatever he might have questioned in his lifetime, it hadn’t been his masculinity, Paige was sure of that.
    Tate and Garrett were the same way. Maybe, she concluded, it was a McKettrick thing.
    And why shouldn’t they be confident, all three of them? They had it all—good looks, money, a ranch that was large even by Texas standards, a name that commanded respect.
    Heat climbed Paige’s neck, her throat tightened and her heart started racing again.
    Of course that was when he hit her with the question, when she was least prepared to respond to it with any kind of dignity.
    â€œHow’ve