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eagerness and excitement, then willingness, and then they became predators. He was starting to feel like gator bait. He could see the toothy jaws opening wide to snap him up. Run.
    This was bad. For a brief moment it had felt so good; he’d felt so alive. Dammit, he couldn’t do it this way. It wasn’t in his plan. His plans revolved around Annie. He had to take care of her. After the last three years of hell, she needed him. She needed the love and support of his family, and so did he. He would be there for her, no matter what he had to deny himself.
    In three months, this woman and her friend would be a memory. He needed to make sure she kept her distance, and everything would be fine. There were so many things he could be doing right now besides rescuing damsels in distress, especially when they didn’t need it or want it. She was looking at him like she expected something.
    Oh yeah, an answer to her question.
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    “Can’t say I do or don’t like racing. I’ve only recently had the opportunity to see any racecar drivers. They’re not people I usually meet in my line of work.”
    She vaguely wondered what kind of work he did. Was he a lawyer, a banker, an accountant? Each one reminded her of being closed in, locked inside a box while life passed them by. No thanks, not for her. Getting through school had been bad enough, long hours spent in class after class. She preferred the racetrack, or the open road. Open roads conveniently made for getting to the next racetrack, of course.
    More interested in what was under his fancy shirt, she raised her eyes to his and stepped a bit closer to him. She moved in so near, her butt was lightly touching his thigh. He smelled warm and spicy, like hot cinnamon rolls. Oh, mama. She licked her lips in anticipation.
    Normally she didn’t have much time for men in her life. Funny, considering there were mostly just men in her life. Maybe, just maybe, there would be a big fat exception made for this one. Did he taste as good as he smelled? Thinking about the places she’d like to lick made her warm and wet. She smiled again. “What line of work would that be?”
    Smelling gas, they both looked down at the same time.
    “Well, I—hey!” he yelled, as gasoline poured all over his sleek leather loafers.
    Mortified, Morgan dropped the gas can and jumped back as he yanked the funnel out of the receptacle. She looked at the opening, and realized there was nothing attached to the inlet. There was no gas tank on this side of the truck. What the hell?
    Damon.
    She suddenly remembered her little brother had removed the tank on this side at the beginning of the week because it had a small hole in it. He’d promised to get a replacement from the junkyard or try to repair this one. Obviously, he had forgotten. With everything that had been going on, she hadn’t remembered to ask him about it, either.
    She briefly contemplated what life would be like as an only child and looked at her knight in shining armor.
    Standing on one leg, cursing a blue streak in his deep southern-fried voice and trying to peel a soggy wet sock off of his other foot, he scowled.
    She laughed.
     
     

 
    Chapter 4
     
    She laughed so hard her sides ached. Bent over at the waist, she wrapped her arms around her middle. “I’m so sorry.” She hiccupped out a breath, standing upright.
    He stood there, six feet of gorgeous, irritated man. Hopping back and forth from foot to foot. Why was he doing that? Uh oh. The sun-baked pavement had to be really hot on his bare feet.
    “Come on.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the trailer, running the few steps it took to get there. His hand felt warm and firm, wrapped protectively around her smaller one. She let go of it at the open door and stepped up inside the hot shadowed interior.
    Without the chassis inside, it looked like a big empty shoebox on wheels, dusty black and white linoleum floor, with tools and open shelves across the front. He stepped in right