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said.
    She swung around, looking ready to take out more eyes if necessary.
    He held his hands up. “Don’t attack. I was coming to your rescue. Which you obviously didn’t need.”
    Her dark emerald-colored eyes lit up. “Can you go get my purse?”
    Ha! “No.” A woman in danger? It was his obligation to try to help. A purse? No fucking way.
    Her shoulders slumped and she tossed her dark hair over her shoulder. “Figures this would happen tonight.” She took a deep breath as though trying not to lose it.
    He hesitated, glancing back toward his truck, still running on the side of the road. Don’t do it. The woman proved she could take care of herself. And the chances of her getting approached twice in one night? Slim to none. Still, he said, “Do you . . . uh . . . need a ride somewhere?” He prayed she lived close. He was exhausted, and besides that, his truck was runningon fumes. The gas light had come on two days ago, but until he got paid the next day from the club, even the items at the top of his priority list had to wait.
    She eyed him. “How do I know you aren’t as dangerous as those two assholes?”
    â€œYou don’t. But being out here alone at two o’clock in the morning you’re taking a chance with a lot more assholes than me. And besides, I value my vision. Trust me, you’re safe.”
    She looked around as though weighing his words. “Okay . . . Shit, no . . .”
    â€œYour call,” he said, turning to walk away. If he left the truck running any longer, there wouldn’t be enough gas to get himself home, let alone her. And the idea of being alone in his truck with her didn’t appeal to him anyway. The soft smell of honey lingering in the air in the dirty, run-down neighborhood could only be coming from her skin . . . and, well, he preferred to keep temptation at a distance.
    â€œNo, I mean I’ll take the ride, but can you drop me off at the hospital?”
    The hospital. About four blocks away. “Sure. You hurt?” His eyes did a quick once-over from her shoulder-length hair to her bare feet. She was crazy to be walking around the streets of Las Vegas with no shoes, but other than that, she looked okay. Actually, okay was an understatement. Her curvy hips and full chest only further accentuated her tiny waist, and her expressive eyes and pouty lips made a far too irresistible combination.
    â€œNo. I just remembered my keys were in the purse and my best friend has the extra key to my apartment. She works at the hospital. I can wait and get a ride home with her.”
    Dane nodded. “Okay.” He headed toward the truck, then stopped. “Wait a sec.”
    â€œWhat?”
    He wasn’t really sure how to ask the question. “Well, I just . . . I mean, I’m not going to get in trouble for solicitation or anything, am I?” He frowned as he looked around. He’d seen television shows like this, where they set up the men looking for “a date,” then nabbed them as soon as the woman got into the vehicle. She was far too pretty to be a real hooker, but a decoy—it would certainly work.
    And call him paranoid, but he’d already spent more than enough time at the police station for one lifetime.
    She was staring at him, her expression unreadable. Disbelief? Annoyance? Both. “You think I’m a prostitute?”
    He let his gaze drift over her once more. Skinny jeans and a plain T-shirt. The outfit wasn’t the usual sales pitch. “No.” His gaze landed on her lips. “The lipstick threw me off, that’s all. Seems a little out of character with the rest of you.”
    She sighed. “You have no idea,” she mumbled, heading toward his truck.
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    Inside the truck, Colby slid her feet back into her shoes. This night was a freaking disaster. Who would have thought that parading