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“No one to call” He narrowed his eyes “Don’t I know you?”

She looked back at the uy under thirty alked through this bar—cowboy boots, tan, weathered face and strong chin But those brown eyes…

“Holy crap,” he htly “Lucy Alatore You showed ame”

Oh Lord Reese McKenna “One of my proudest moments”

“I won that game”

“Yes, you did”

“Your boobs were pretty” He stared down at her shirt and she hiked the neck of her pewter jersey top up higher on her chest

“Still are”

“Can I see?”

“Nope But how about I drive you home?”

“Well, now, I like an aggressive—”

“You’re drunk, Reese And you can’t drive Not like you are right now”

He stared down at his keys as if he aiting for their input As if the two of them were old friends who had been in this situation before

“Come on,” she said quietly “I’ll take you home”

“I don’t…I don’t want to bother you, Lucy” His slih school with

“You and I know there aren’t any cabs around here, Reese” She patted his ar her palm up for the keys After a moment he dropped them into her hand

Lucy led him out into the cool, clean air of Wassau, California, population: podunk Even inside the city limits there were about twice as many cows as people Main Street stretched doard the Sierras, lit up for a few blocks by four street lights

Her beat-up Civic sat in all its rusted glory to her left But Reese’s keys had a fancy foreign emblem on the key chain and out of curiosity she hit the lock release button

The lights flashed on a slick sports car crouched in the far corner of the parking lot, sticking out like a sore thumb surrounded by dirty pickup trucks