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“Is it so?” she asked “Do you ride in marathons?”

He shook his head “My job challenges ht to unwind, not to bring on e”

“I get it,” she said, and when he glanced over, she was s

And he had the sudden urge to kiss her

They’d ridden through the entire neighborhood Anized that they were approaching the corner where they’d started She found it a little odd that she hadn’t seen another soul outside during the entire ride, but with all the trees and the properties stretching behind the hoht be out that Sunday afternoon wouldn’t be visible from the road

“You good to go around again, or are you ready to get back?” Craig asked, slowing down as he rode close enough that they could have normal conversation

“I’lad that he’d offered her the chance to enjoy a bitof pure, healthy enjoy for her and, ns she was excited to work on, she wasn’t ready to be ho

She could always call Angie Their friends in LA were a bit far for an i rendezvous, but she and her sister could have dinner together She knew her sister had been planning to spend the afternoon and evening getting caught up at the office

Pulling her cell phone out from where she’d tucked it in the waistband of her pants, she dialed her sister and got her voiceh Aency contacts from the factory And she wouldn’t be on with accounts on a Sunday afternoon

“You need to get back?” Craig asked, glancing at her phone

“No” With one hand steering, she attempted to shove her phone back into the waistband that, as it turned out, had beenlike an uncoordinated nut, she quickly shoved her hand beneath the neckline of her shirt and deposited the phone in the top of her sport bra

And noticed the flower beds around the trees at the house they were passing The birdbath on the lawn Was it Craig’s house?

She didn’t see hiuy But then, he probably had a landscaper who took care of his yard for him The next house was more exposed than most—its yard almost bare, other than the massive fountain that was in the center of a circular drive The house was blue

Didn’t see, either He wasn’t an opulent, fountain-in-the-front-yard kind of guy

Of course, Tricia could have been that kind of woinally been hers