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passenger side door and opened it. “Hop in, Natalie, and I promise to drive you wild.”
    “No, you won’t.” She headed for the driver’s side. “My car. I’m driving. And I brought earphones.”
    “Worried I’ll seduce you on the highway?” He settled into the passenger seat, trying to recall the last time he rode shotgun. As a rule, he drove. His teammates all respected the fact that he’d excelled at defense driving/race car school. And he liked being in control of the vehicle.
    “No, but I have a feeling you’ll give me a headache with all of your stupid pick-up lines.” She turned the key and slipped the car in reverse.
    “I’ve heard sex cures headaches.”
    Natalie kept her gaze focused on the road. “I heard you use that one last night, Jack.”
    “Not on you.”
    “Oh, wow, you’re a Navy SEAL. Your job must be so hard ,” she said, raising her voice an octave in a decent imitation of the redhead he’d met at Bottom’s Up yesterday. “Some days it’s tough,” she continued, lowering her voice. But shit, he didn’t sound like that. Not even close. “Today gave me a headache. But I hear sex cures headaches. Want to give it a shot?”
    “It worked,” he pointed out. “If I hadn’t turned her attention to Ronan, she would have volunteered to help with my headache.”
    Natalie laughed as she merged onto the highway. “Most women see your smile and tumble into your bed. They’re not even listening when you deliver your lines comparing them to aspirin.”
    “But you’re listening,” he said. “Even when you’re pretending to ignore me.”
    “It’s part of the job.” She shifted in her seat, her skirt riding up her thighs. “I pay attention to everything that happens in my bar.”
    Jack fought the urge to reach over and rest his hand on her thigh. She’d probably swerve into the breakdown lane and slam on the brakes. Then she’d demand that he get out of the car and walk to Sin City.
    “Stop staring at my legs, Jack.”
    “It’s a nice skirt,” he said. “Can I talk you out of it?”
    “Sure.” She glanced over her left shoulder and moved into the passing lane.
    He coughed, his eyes widening.
    Well shit, that was easy . Too easy—
    “I’ll change into jeans at the next rest stop,” she added.
    He laughed and glanced out the window. They sped past a semi and a driver who’d mistaken the highway bypassing Los Angeles for a two-lane road in a school zone. But Natalie didn’t move back into the right-hand lane.
    “In a hurry to get there?” he asked.
    “Lucia put me in charge of the bachelorette party. I have a long to-do list. And before you ask, no, having sex with you in your bed, my bed, or anywhere else is not on that list. You’re not getting laid tonight, so you can stop with the lines.”
    “Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya tomorrow,” he sang, not bothering to match the high pitch of the little girl who’d made the lyrics famous. “You’re only—”
    “Please,” she said, her tone raw and rough, nothing like the I’m-pretending-to-be-annoyed tone she’d used since they left Coronado. “I hate that song.”
    He shut up and studied her profile. The corner of her full lips dipped into a frown. He wished he could erase the sorrow from her expression. But shit, he’d caused it by not making the connection between little orphan Annie and the woman who’d lost her parents to a car accident. “Sorry.”
    “Tomorrow isn’t always better,” she said, her hands clutching the steering wheel, her knuckles turning white.
    “No, it isn’t,” he said. “But I still try to hold on to that hope. Because looking back at the past? That sucks, too.”
    She slammed on the brakes, and his gaze snapped to the red lights stretching on and on in front of them. Sirens sounded, the noise growing closer. Seconds later, emergency vehicles sped past them in the breakdown lane.
    Shit. Perfect timing for a freaking accident. Not that there was a good time for a car