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out of him.
    “I’m sorry.” He said the words quickly. It was as if he had to get them out fast before he lost the ability to say them. “I should have just waited until we arrived at KEM. I’ll just meet you there…”
    He turned away and Vicky found herself calling, “No wait,” before she could think better of it. He looked so much like a remorseful schoolboy that she couldn’t resist asking, “What did you want to talk to me about?”
    He didn’t answer right away. She waited. Out on the road a car whizzed by. She watched as the wind from its passing caused a lock of his hair to fall over one eye. He flicked it away impatiently.
    “I’m sorry,” he said. “I have this horrible temper. I need to learn to control it better. It’s not your fault Scott switched things up. I shouldn’t have snapped like that.”
    Vicky glanced at the cabdriver. The guy’s eyes were glued to his rearview mirror, as if he were watching daytime TV.
    “Hang on,” she said, slipping out of the car. They’d stopped near a wooded area, Vicky’s heels sinking into gravel and the wet earth as she moved a safe distance away from the side of the road. Brandon followed. When she turned back to him, she crossed her arms in front of her.
    “I think you’re right,” she said. “I think we got off on the wrong foot.”
    “We did,” he said with a nod. “I’m not the easiest person to work with. I know that. It’s just that Scott switching things up without even calling me really made me mad. I’m sorry I took it out on you.”
    Vicky released a breath that was pure relief. “Well, if it’s any consolation, Scott’s pretty good at stepping on toes.”
    “I can see that.”
    She looked away. To be honest, she had to shift her gaze to somewhere else because Brandon with kindness in his eyes was a Brandon that made her legs turn into spaghetti noodles. “Apology accepted.”
    His gaze settled on the cab. “You sure you don’t want to ride with me to KEM?” he asked. “No sense in wasting a cab fare.”
    She didn’t want to ride with him. That meant sharing a car. Being close to him. Having a conversation with him.
    “That’s okay,” she said quickly.
    “You sure?” he asked. “Seems kind of silly to take two cars when mine’s right there.”
    She glanced at his car. It was bright red, low-slung and it looked more as if it belonged on the Autobahn than city streets. White racing stripes intersected its middle—like a giant, white equal sign. Probably an expensive import of some sort.
    She jerked upright.
    “Hey,” she said. “You’re not supposed to be driving foreign cars.”
    “Relax,” he said. “It’s a GT made by my sponsored manufacturer. I’m legal.”
    “Oh,” she said, and for some reason, she had a hard time meeting his gaze.
    “Come on,” he said. “I’ll give you a ride.”
    “No, no. That’s okay.”
    “I insist,” he said, his big hand cupping her back.
    Vicky just about jerked away. She looked up at him in shock, but only for a moment because she couldn’t look him in the eye…again.
    Curse it all, she thought, she couldn’t possibly find him attractive still? No way.
    But she did.
    It didn’t matter that five minutes ago she’d been muttering expletives that included his name. It didn’t matter that he’d tried to get her fired. A rush of purely irrational and completely unexpected lust caused her body to tingle in places it had no business tingling, heat that radiated out from the very spot where his palm rested against the small of her back.
    Which just went to show how completely illogical the human brain could be where sexual attraction was concerned.
    “Come on,” he said. “We’ll go tell the cabdriver his services aren’t needed anymore.”
    She didn’t want to tell the cabdriver anything. She wanted to get in the yellow car and take off. The sooner the better.
    But she knew if she kept on protesting, it would seem odd. Just as she knew there was a part of