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wasn’t in the mood to deal with someone else’s girlfriend. Still feeling guilty for the gas incident, she grabbed the phone along with his running shoes and headed back to the trailer.
    “Here are your shoes.” She handed them to him through the open doorway. “Your phone was ringing, so I brought that too.” Could she be any more accommodating? Sheesh.
    Morgan watched him check the name on the phone and smile. The man calmed down immediately. It was like watching ruffled feathers settle. Wow. If only she could have that effect on a guy. He pressed a button on the phone and looked at her.
    “Thanks. I’ll be done in a second.”
    “Don’t worry about it.” She left him sitting on the tire and walked toward the truck. Some knight in shining armor he turned out to be. One phone call and she was history. She grabbed the funnel along with the gas can and trudged around to the other side. Where, hopefully, there would be a gas tank.
    Lynn leaned over from the passenger seat to roll down the window. “Is everything okay back there? He looked pretty upset.”
    “Oh, it’s just super. I poured gas all over his shoes and now he’s talking to his girlfriend on the phone.” Why that irritated her, she had no idea. He had every right to be upset. “Just hang right there, I’ll finish up here and we’ll be on our way.”
    She didn’t need rescuing, anyway. But damn it, couldn’t she want to be rescued? By a rich, good-looking guy?
    *
    “Okay, sweetheart, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” Tyler clicked off the phone and slipped it in his pocket. He walked around to the front of the trailer just in time to see Morgan twist the gas cap on the driver’s side. He didn’t care if she’d overheard his conversation.
    She picked up the can and funnel and walked around toward him.
    He reached out to take them from her and she shrugged him off.
    “I’ve got it, thanks.”
    He followed her as she practically stomped to the trailer to put the stuff away. What the heck was she upset about? It wasn’t like he’d ruined her three-hundred-dollar shoes. If she wanted to be upset, he might as well help her out.
    “Where were you going?”
    She looked at him, surprised. “What do you mean where was I going?”
    “Where were you going when you ran out of gas?” He repeated the question patiently, like he was talking to a child.
    “I don’t really think that’s any of your business.”
    “It’s my business, all right. You weren’t supposed to leave the racetrack and here you are, gallivanting all over the countryside, doing who-knows-what. You did read a copy of the contest rules?”
    Her jaw dropped and her lovely brown eyes went even wider. He had the most potent urge to taste those lips, stroke her jaw, to see how quickly he could turn the surprise to passion. She was so slight he could probably pick her up with one arm. The energy of arousal growled, unwelcome, inside him, like a lion scenting his mate.
    “Contest rules? Just who the hell are you?”
    He watched her shoulders stiffen with suspicion, which only made her breasts more prominent. Her nipples hardened in the breeze, presenting themselves proudly for his inspection. His fingers itched to reach for the tiny points, to stroke and fondle.
    Down, boy. He thought he’d left his straining libido in California. Go figure. This wasn’t the time or place to be stupid. He’d been there and done that already.
    “While we’re on the subject, why are you shutting out the camera crew? When you signed on as a contestant, you gave them permission to film you in any way necessary, for the good of the show. Have you changed your mind about being on the show?”
    Perverse pleasure hummed through him as he watched her steam up. Morgan didn’t appear the least bit afraid of him and certainly wasn’t backing down. Surrounded by a halo of fading sunlight, she appeared almost mystical. Tyler wondered if sparks would fly from her fingertips. With curling sable hair blowing