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Part of her wondered whether she was in for a repeat performance of the wedding reception… and that part of her really hoped so.

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Lincoln

This was such a mistake.

Not to mention a risk.

He’d spotted the private investigator tailing him earlier in the day. No doubt hired by Janet, perhaps hoping to catch him in the act of doing something nefarious or maybe even cheating on her the way she was on him. Which, of course, he had, but thankfully she didn’t know that.

She’d probably never imagined he would cheat on her during their daughter’s wedding reception.

Too bad for her that was the only time he’d cheated.

Which made him just as bad as her in some ways, didn’t it? He pushed that out of his mind, needing to focus on the here and now, which included keeping a watch for any other possible tails as well as the meathead he’d just rescued Ashley from.

“I hope you know I can’t drive.”

“I know.” He also knew which car was hers. “I’m going to take you home. If you need a ride back to get it tomorrow, I can find someone to take you.” Taking her back himself would be another risk.

What he needed to do right now was get her to her house, get her inside, then get his ass back home and sneak back into his house... preferably without the investigator seeing him.

“I can get back here myself.” She didn’t argue, though, as he took her to his car and opened the door for her, sighing as she settled into the passenger seat. Looking up at him, her lips quirked. “How do I know that going with you isn’t a big mistake?”

It was the same question he kept asking himself.

Rather than answering, he shut the car door, giving himself some time to think while he went around to the driver’s side. Unfortunately, he didn’t have an answer by the time he got there. Thankfully, she didn’t ask him again or press for an answer when he got in. Humming cheerfully under her breath, she pulled down the sunshade to check her makeup in the mirror.

“Thanks for the rescue. Even though I should maybe be looking for a rescue from you, stalker,” she said as if she was joking.

A muscle in Lincoln’s jaw popped as he clenched it. That was pretty much what he was doing, wasn’t it? Stalking her. Even if he was using an employee to do it.

Just for this week. To make sure she’s okay. It’s for her own good.

The excuses sounded lame, even in his head.

“I’m going to take you home,” he said shortly, his tone harsh even to his ears. Not that it bothered her.

She turned toward him, studying him as she continued to hum under her breath. Lincoln managed to keep his eyes on the road, but he could see her in his peripheral vision.

“Taking me home…” She let her voice trail off for just a moment, a note of flirtatious teasing sliding into her tone. “Then putting me to bed?”

Fuck.

His cock, which he’d managed to keep under control until this moment, started to thicken. She was like a siren, and if he kept going down this road, he was going to end up a wrecked and drowned sailor. Where was his vaunted self-control?

“I am taking you home, and we will be going nowhere near a bed,” he said steadily, gripping the steering wheel tighter and keeping his eyes on the road. Despite his focus, he could see her leaning toward him.

Delicate fingers slid onto his thigh.

“Oh? As I recall, we didn’t need a bed.”

Fuck me sideways.

Lincoln let out a long, shuddering breath. He knew he should reach down and remove her hand, but he was afraid of what he might do instead if he let go of the steering wheel. Besides, deep down, he didn’t really want her hand gone, if he was honest.

His cock had gone from perked up to fully erect at her touch and was aching for more.

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