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of what looked like tablets for migraine, a small coin purse, and a slim wallet. Interesting. He wondered if she was seeing anyone, but dismissed the thought. Maggie didn’t act like a woman who was in a committed relationship. She acted like a woman taking great pains to avoid a committed relationship. But why the birth control pills? Well, there were many reasons to be on birth control pills besides sex. They do come in handy though.
    Jeff pulled up to the curb and the three of them got Lynn safely ensconced in Jeff’s BMW, her crutches stowed in the backseat.
    “Stay right behind me,” Jeff instructed Mace. “It’s easy to get confused on these highways.”
    “Then remember I’m driving a Toyota and keep your speed down. I hate these damn Minneapolis freeways.” Mace heard Maggie let out a quiet laugh.
    “They’re not freeways,” commented Jeff, his voice dry. “They’re highways.”
    “Yeah? Well, they sure as shit look like freeways to me; only the drivers are a hell of a lot worse than in California.”
    As he and Maggie walked to Lynn’s car, she laughed out loud. “I said the exact same thing to Lynn earlier. I hate these freeways. I was in a head-on collision over by Lake of the Isles a couple years ago.”
    Mace held the passenger door for her and guided her inside. He walked around the car and climbed behind the wheel. “No kidding? You get hurt bad?”
    “Stitches. I hit the windshield. The car didn’t have any seat belts.”
    Mace adjusted his seat and the mirror and studied her face beneath the street lamp. “Not your face.”
    “No. I threw my arms up.” She raised her arms so he could get a better look.
    Mace saw multiple long, jagged scars decorating the side of each forearm. He hadn’t noticed them before.
    “Depends upon the light,” Maggie said. “Most people don’t notice.”
    “What happened to the guy?”
    “How do you know it was a guy?”
    “No seat belts. I doubt you’d ever drive a car without seat belts.”
    “Nothing happened to him. Except I never saw him again.”
    Hearing a honk from Jeff’s horn, Mace started the car with a muttered expletive. He couldn’t help but notice that during the entire drive, Maggie sat quietly, hands folded in her lap, staring out the passenger window. He pulled up to the building and parked behind Jeff’s car.
    “You feeling all right?”
    Maggie cleared her throat. “I guess I’m a little queasy. I don’t usually drink quite so much.” She looked at him; her face seemed pale. “You probably think I’m a lush or something.”
    Mace rolled his eyes. “What gives you that idea? I think nothing of the sort. Quite the contrary.”
    “The contrary?”
    “The way I see it, you rarely drink, and you only did tonight because I was making you nervous. Do I make you nervous, Maggie?”
    “Nervous?” She grinned at him. “I can’t exactly say you make me nervous. You do irritate the hell out of me.”
    Mace reached over and grabbed her hand. “And why is that, do you suppose?”
    She licked her lips. As Mace watch that pink tongue of hers trace her lush lower lip, he felt an overwhelming urge to kiss her, but he stopped himself.
    “You irritate me because you are exactly the type of man I always fall for, the type of man who inevitably breaks my heart.”
    She pulled her hand from his and swung open the passenger door, just as a car flew down the street. With a quick move, Mace grabbed the back of her dress and dragged her into the car before she could end up mincemeat. Maggie’s legs flew up in the air while her head ended up in Mace’s lap, and the bodice of her dress slipped down to expose both her bare breasts beneath the dim interior lights.
    Mace let out a growl and his breathing quickened. “Fuck.”
    For a few seconds, neither of them moved. Stricken, Maggie stared into his face, but Mace stared, entranced, at the sight of her nipples. A sound came from the car in front of them and Mace quickly flipped off the