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“Good luck on the rides.”
He gave her a cocky smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes, which remained fixed on her face. “Always.”
She could barely suppress the urge to lean closer, to kiss him again, which was crazy. And what was crazier still was that part of her wanted to climb into his truck and take off with him—to return to their fantasyland.
Never in her life had she felt an impulse like this.
The guy was like a drug.
“I have to go, Austin.”
“Me, too.” He reached down and took her hand, pressed a kiss into the palm, then closed her fingers over it.
“Give it time. Things will mellow out. We’ll be okay.”
She clenched her fingers around her tingling palm. “Yes,” she said in a determined voice. “We will.”
