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Oops, she had drifted too far to the right and one side of the car was treading through the gravel at the side of the road.

    “Jenn!”

    She snapped her eyes forward and righted the car slowly, lest she ram into the biker to her left. Lovely way to pick up a man—run him over with her SUV. The biker passed them and moved back into the right lane.

    “And you talk about me driving on sidewalks?” Trish said.

    “You will have to excuse me for being distracted by the view,” Jenn said loftily.

    “The bike? This from the woman too terrified to even sit behind our cousin on his motorcycle?”

    “It was Larry, and only an idiot wouldn’t fear for her life. I meant the rider. He was gorgeous.”

    “You couldn’t even see his face.”

    “Yes, I could. He had a clear-ish visor. He had beautiful eyes.”

    Trish groaned. “You mean the kind of eyes women would die for but men get instead? I don’t want to hear about it.”

    “No, they were very masculine. He was dishy.”

    “According to the two square inches you could see of his face.”

    “It was love at first sight, I tell you.” Jenn grinned.

    “The first time I saw Spenser, I thought he was cute,” Trish admitted. “But he got annoying real fast. Men do that, you know.”

    “I hate to tell you this, but you’re marrying him.”

    “I didn’t say the annoying was bad —”

    Bam!

    “What was that?” Trish shrieked.

    “Relax, it’s just a tire. We got a flat.” Jenn’s calm voice belied her pounding heart. She had to fight the steering wheel a bit to get the car to the side of the road.

    “This lane is awful narrow,” Trish said as they got out of the car. “And we’re not far from a bend in the road. I hope no one comes by soon.”

    “Well, then, help me change this tire quickly.”

    Her words were drowned out by the sound of a very loud motor.

    The next thing she knew, the Harley rider had pulled up beside her. She hadn’t even seen him turn around to head back to them—had he heard their tire blow out? His bike was a monstrous presence, his eyes even more intense behind his visor. He cut the engine and took off his helmet. “Need help?”

    Jenn would have answered him, but her heart had stopped. And her mouth had stopped working. And she couldn’t blink, either. And her lungs might have collapsed, too, because she was getting dizzy from lack of oxygen.

    He was uber -dishy.

    Chestnut hair. Dark, dreamy eyes. A firm jaw framing a mobile mouth with fine laugh lines at the corners.

    His gaze caught hers like a hand cupping her face. He didn’t look away. Neither did she.

    Suddenly a kick to her calf— a la Trish—made Jenn blink. “Oh.” He had asked a question. What had it been? “Uh, yes. We need help. If you have time.”

    “I don’t mind.” His voice had a light tone, as if he made quippy jokes often or poked fun at himself a lot. “You’re right near where the road curves, so it’s a bit dangerous. Better to get a spare tire on quickly.”

    He had a fascinating little divot in his chin …

    Trish delivered another not-so-subtle kick to Jenn’s ankle. “Er … thanks. I really appreciate the help.”

    He smiled, then, and Jenn was completely lost. His laugh lines were deep, framing his bright, slightly shy smile. She suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to grab his face and kiss him.

    Oh my goodness, she had to get a hold of herself. Her neck started to burn.

    “So where are you two headed today?” he asked as he fiddled with the locking mechanism to unhitch her spare tire from the back of the SUV.

    “We’re going to Armstrong Winery,” Trish said brightly. “I’m tasting wines to see if I want to order them for my wedding, and Jenn’s my caterer.”

    He glanced not at Trish but at Jenn. “You should go to the Castillo Winery just down the road. It’s my uncle’s.”

    “Your uncle owns Castillo?” Jenn perked up. “I’ve seen his wines but never tasted one.” She seemed to recall