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it’s late, and my grandma would kill me if I just ignored you and let you walk home at night by yourself. Can I give you a ride?”
    My mind flashed to an image of him on top of me, braced on his elbows, pumping into me with abandon, his hard flesh bared to my eyes. I bit my lip, my gaze falling to the front of his jeans. What was I thinking? I had just been naked —well, partially naked — with another man.
    He cleared his throat and smirked. “That wasn’t what I was implying, but I can offer you that as well, if you’d like.”
    I shook my head, embarrassed to be caught staring, and answered coolly. “Sloppy seconds isn’t really my style. And we don’t know each other. I don’t even know your name.”
    “West Montgomery, at your service.” He grinned and formally offered his hand.
    I shook his hand, feeling a spark straight down to my toes. God, I’d like to have him at my service. “Sadie Mullins,” I responded, the manners ingrained in me .
    “Well, Sadie Mullins, if you’re done picturing me naked, we can go. Your place or mine, either works for me.”
    I rolled my eyes at his audacity. I mean, yeah, I had been, but he couldn’t know that for sure. “Are you always this cocky?”
    “Only around beautiful women who stare at my package. Or touch it. Or suck—”
    “Okay, okay, I get the point.”
    “Not yet, you don’t. But maybe one day. If you’re nice to me.”
    I stared at him for a beat, crossing my arms in front of me. “Does all this bullshit actually work for you?”
    “Usually.”
    “It won’t work on me.”
    “It will. Eventually. I tend to grow on a person.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me.
    “Are you capable of driving me home without molesting me?”
    “Me? You’re the one with the history of launching yourself at me. You’ve already mentally screwed me too, I can tell. You have the look.”
    “The look?”
    He leaned closer and whispered in my ear. “I have this effect on women. Not my fault.” He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, letting his fingers drift down my neck as he straightened up.
    “Maybe I’m immune to your charm.”
    Taking my hand and pulling me toward his truck, he looked at me, his eyes burning into mine. “We’ll see.”
    We reached the side of his truck, a surprisingly beat up old Ford pickup. After climbing into the seat, I turned to shut the door only to find him leaning into the cab across me, buckling my seat belt. He patted my thigh. “Safety first.”
    “What happened to keeping your hands to yourself?” I shot back.
    “You know you liked it.” He grinned as he closed my door and jogged around to the driver side. “But to apologize, I’ll let you pick the radio station.”
    He cranked the truck, and I leaned over to change the dial, adjusting it to my favorite local rock station. I glanced up to see if it was okay with him and caught him sneaking a peek down my shirt. “Hey!” I smacked his arm.
    “Now who can’t keep their hands to themselves?”
    Ignoring his comment, I told him which street and cottage number to head to, eight blocks over, knowing he would think I was just a tourist by its location. He nodded. “One of the Hawthorne’s houses, huh? You have good taste. Of course, since you’re into me, we already knew that.”
    I sighed. “You’re impossible.”
    “Would you prefer it if I were a possibility?”
    Maybe. I didn’t answer, and we spent the rest of the ride in silence, me staring out the passenger window and him sending me questioning glances. I could feel the weight of them, but I stubbornly refused to turn and acknowledge him. When he pulled up outside my cottage, I started to reach for the door handle, but he grabbed my arm and stopped me.
    “Wait.” He jumped out and ran around the truck again, opening my door for me. He just stood there and studied me, as if I were a puzzle he wanted to figure out. “You okay? The guy you were seeing earlier, he didn’t hurt you, did he?”
    “No. He didn’t