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Save for Later. About this Item Brief summary of content available upon request by e-mail. Males of all shapes and sizes—rich and poor, young and old, annoying and nice, homely and handsome. But never had she seen one as handsome, as sexy, as hot as the man standing on the side of the road, next to a steaming black Porsche. Handsome, as in short, dark hair that framed a GQ face, complete with a straight nose and strong jaw and sensual lips.
Sexy, as in the sensual way his white dress shirt outlined his muscular shoulders and broad chest, while soft, black trousers accented a trim waist and molded to his hips.
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Hot as in the beads of perspiration that clung to his forehead, slid down his cheeks, the tanned column of his throat. He wiped his brow as he lifted a hand to flag her down. Before she even realized what she was doing, her foot shifted to the brake and she started to slow. A few seconds later, she pulled up in front of the sleek sports car and rolled down her window. She reached beneath the seat for the Triple A kit her waitress and friend Kasey had given her last Christmas.
A click and she started rummaging in the tackle-size box. A jack.
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Spare can of oil. Eden barely ignored the urge to grab the tube and rub some of the color on her lips.
Eden Hallsey primped for no man, even one as handsome as this one. Her head snapped up and her gaze collided with his. Sure, she appreciated the opposite sex. She even enjoyed them on occasion—though the last being so long ago she could hardly remember. She liked men, all right, as everyone well knew. But she never, ever let any one man get to her. His grin was slow and easy and as breath-stealing as the record-breaking hundred degree heat baking the surrounding stretch of pasture. His last comment, coupled with the flash of relief in his blue eyes, made her think that Mr.
The thought passed as he turned his attention back to her.
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A hungry light fired his gaze and her breath caught. The bold pick-up lines, the raunchy comments, the hungry looks. But this was different. Her response was different. She wanted to throw her arms around him and see if his lips felt as soft and mesmerizing as they looked. The last word lingered in her head and stirred a vivid image of him stretched out on her flower print sheets, his body dark and masculine and hard beneath her.
But that was the kicker. He could be a serial killer for all she knew.
A Porsche-driving, Gucci-wearing madman. Eden Hallsey always kept her control. She was notorious for it. She was notorious for a lot of things. His words surprised her. Cadillac was home to two of the largest ranches in Texas, not to mention Weston Boots, the oldest and largest western boot manufacturer in the country. But the wealthy were still just locals. Country folk. Men like old Zachariah Weston and rancher Silver Dollar Sam—so named because of the silver dollars he handed out to the kiddies when he played Santa Claus at the yearly winter festival. While they might drive fancy utility vehicles and wear solid gold belt buckles, they still spent their Saturday nights having ice cream at the Dairy Freeze right alongside everybody else.
Her gaze shifted to the man standing outside her truck window, with his expensive Italian suit and his elite sports car. She shook away the crazy thought and reached over to unlock the opposite door.
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He was too handsome, too sexy, too stirring. She searched her mind as he climbed in beside her. But then the door closed and his scent surrounded her, and her thoughts scattered. Her heart pounded and her stomach jumped and it was all she could do to concentrate on pulling away from the shoulder of the road, out onto the main strip leading into town. It seemed that not only had her response to this man strayed from her usual indifference, he was acting different from most men. Any other man would have taken the opportunity to flirt and tease and even openly proposition her should they have found themselves alone with her in the close confines of her truck.
Not that Eden was some irresistible beauty queen. Far from it. It was the rumors. It was a fact of life. Men flirted with her. All men. Her gaze snagged on the man seated next to her. Okay, so make that most men. As far as he was concerned, she was just another woman. Eden bit her bottom lip to keep from asking him more questions.
Instead, she fixed her attention on trying to place him in her memory.
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Maybe she had seen him. The heel had the familiar trademark W branded into its side. An image rushed at her of a blue-jean-clad senior with long legs and an easy smile. Thanks for saving me. The same painted oval that had always teetered back and forth from two small chains. The edges were a little more worn than he remembered, the paint chipped in several spots, but otherwise it was exactly the same.
The same name with the same familiar twenty-four hour service guarantee printed just below. A red-and-white T-ball banner flapped in the wind depicting one of the local teams in the peewee league. The freedom. The control.