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He’s Fred’s son, and everyone says he’s honorable. It’s not like you’re driving to Mexico. It’s right up the road. He didn’t even have to stop—most people wouldn’t have.

“Wait,” she said when he started to turn away. Grabbing Ratchet’s leash and her purse from inside her car, she ignored the voices in her head. “We’re coming.”

Chapter Four

EVERETT KEPT GLANCING toward Callie out of the corner of his eye, but his view was blocked by her enormous dog sitting between them on the bucket seat.

“So where were you headed when your tire crapped out?”

“I was going to meet a friend for coffee.”

Was that code for a date?

“Do you need to call him or her and let them know you’ll be late?”

A few seconds passed before she spoke. Her tone definitely sounded amused. “Thanks, I’ll let her know.”

Everett started whistling, fighting a shit-eating grin.

Just because she doesn’t have a date tonight doesn’t mean she’s not involved with someone.

The pessimistic voice dimmed his relief. Besides, with the way she’d fought his offer of help, he had no reason to believe he had a shot in hell with her.

But man, did he want one. Even soaking wet and covered in mud, she was a pretty sight.

Trying to catch a glimpse of her again, he met Ratchet’s eyes. The dog stopped panting long enough to give him what could only be described as a look of warning: Back off, asshole, or I’ll rip out your throat.

Everett unconsciously rubbed his neck.

He turned onto Main Street toward Jose’s Tires and slowed down when he saw a Rock Canyon police cruiser coming from the opposite direction. Checking his speed, he realized he was going about ten over the limit.

Everett said a silent prayer. The last thing he wanted was to be pulled over with Callie in the car. Nothing killed a romance faster than a nosy member of RCPD asking questions and spreading the word.

The cruiser flashed its lights, a clear message to slow down, and Everett took his foot off the gas.

“Are we getting pulled over, Hamlin?”

Everett laughed. “Didn’t peg you for a NASCAR fan.”

“Well, there’s a lot you don’t know about me,” she said.

But I’d like to.

Everett glanced in the rearview mirror, relieved that the cop hadn’t turned around. “So you’re a radio deejay with an affinity for NASCAR and big dogs. What else should I know about you?”

“Why do you need to know anything?”

“Maybe I find you interesting.” Okay, it was a bold move, but she’d asked. No, she’d basically dared him to make a move.

This time when he glanced her way, she was looking around Ratchet’s

head and caught his gaze. Those eyes of hers were like warm honey, and he imagined her lips were just as sweet.

He shifted in the seat, as just the thought of her lips stirred his interest. His jeans had not been made with comfortable erections in mind.

She sat back out of sight. “Trust me; I’m not.”

He didn’t believe her for one second, but he didn’t argue.

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