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She slid into the empty side of the booth Her eyes were the color of a pretty little agate stone that Sky had once found in a streaold with sparks of copper “Better not,” she said “This one’s my third, and I have to drive home In fact, I was about to leave, but that was before you showed up Here”—she shoved the half-elass toward him—“you can finish it for me”

Sky’s pulse kicked up a notch If this beauty was playing a game, he wasn’t about to leave until he understood the rules

“As long as we’re here, I guess we ht as well introduce ourselves I’m—”

“No” She cut him off “No names It’s more fun that way”

A red flag went up in Sky’s er

She shook her head “More like an overprotective father That’s all you need to know I’m twenty-two and he treatsht we had words about the issue Things got a bit heated and”—she shrugged, the lace bra shifting beneath the thin white linen shirt—“here I am”

“So, do you plan on going ho his mouth over the lipstick print

Her direct gaze held a seductive twinkle “Not if I can find so better to do Ever driven a Corvette?”

“No, but I think I can handle it” And he could handle her, too, if he got the chance

“Co him toward the door with a toss of her auburn hair Sky trailed her outside, staying far enough behind to allow himself a view of her confident stride and taut ru

She led him to the Corvette and tossed him the keys Sky squeezed his lanky frame into the driver’s seat and adjusted it all the way back She slid in on the passenger side and fastened her seat belt “Hope you can drive a stick shift,” she said

“I can drive a lot of things” Buckling in, he turned the key and tapped the gas pedal The engine rumbled to life “Where to?” he asked

“Anywhere” She leaned back in the seat and raked a hand through her hair “Please, just be quiet and drive”

Sky shifted the Corvette into reverse and gunned the engine The car responded like a well-trained cutting horse, shooting backward at a touch of his boot He adjusted his reflexes as they roared toward the highway and out of town He wasn’t driving the pickup tonight, he reas This powerful car was as sleek, fast, and elegant as the fe next to him

Who could her father be? Rich, no doubt Most likely so, syndicated outfits And the lady? Clearly not a Texas type Spoiled, rebellious, and out to break every rule in her daddy’s book