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He’s right. I know he’s right. “But…what if she doesn’t want me?”
He stands from the booth with a wince. “That’s a chance you’ll have to take. But I know one thing
for sure. You do nothing, you’ll regret it.”
Yeah, I will.
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MAYA
H ow long do stuntmen have to practice before they can roll out of a car? Can they do it at any
speed, or is it just when the car slows at the corners?
I’m tempted to try it, except for the small matter of the robe I’m still wearing. If my roll
doesn’t go well, I’ll end up on the news with road rash in some very uncomfortable places. I shift
uncomfortably on the seat, my still-wet panties feeling just…wrong.
I peek over at Zach from under my lashes, only to find him staring at me. “Hi,” he says suddenly,
like he’d been holding it in, and it finally burst out.
“Hi,” I say slowly, drawing out the H. The man runs out on me, comes back, and ushers me to a
private SUV, all without saying a word. You tell me, what woman wouldn’t want to tuck and run?
Or, in my case, tuck and roll.
He runs his hand over his mouth, frowning. His bowtie is long gone, the shirt is unbuttoned, and
his jacket’s split a seam. But this disheveled man in front of me still looks like every one of his
billion dollars, and I still look like I got too much sun. No wonder he ran out. We’re two totally
different species, and I was completely delusional imagining there was anything between us. And
that’s sad, if not unexpected.
But I like it here. And I want to stay. So I need to clear the air. Tell him it’s ok. Tell him that I
misunderstood what was going on between us and that I won’t cross that line again.
I open my mouth to do just that when Zach’s voice cuts into the space between us.
“I think about you all the time.”
I slowly, carefully close my mouth as his words reverberate through me.
He glances at me, then out my window at the city going by. “All the time. And I don’t really know
what to do with that. It’s a completely new feeling, and…” He frowns, hands fisting on his thighs.
High and low in one little sentence. I need out of this car. I want to crawl into my bed and pretend
this day never happened. “You…have feelings for me. And you don’t want to.”
