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Cli on a bike with a hard-on was not pleasant Nor was the fact that the woman who’d caused it could see full well that he hadn’t controlled his desires around her

His only co anywhere in his direction and so, perhaps, had missed his evidence Had she also missed the way his heart had started to pound when she’d returned his kiss?

He’d noticed how hers had

He had to ride back to her car with her, to get Tricia’s bike, but he’d have gone, anyway They had issues between them to resolve

And there was no way he’d have left her to ride alone—not as upset as she was

Sliding down from the seat even before her bike had co over the lower bar and had the kickstand in place before he’d dismounted She yanked her keys from the pouch around her waist “See you later,” she said, turning toward her car

Craig’s bike tipped, alot to her just as she’d grabbed the driver’s side handle

“Wait,” he said, just off to the side of her “Please, Amelia We need to talk”

“I don’t want to talk”

“I’m not sure I do, either, but I think we should”

He knew as she stood there, hand on the door without opening it, that she was going to grant hiret

He wasn’t ready to say goodbye to her—or Isabella

Would he ever be?

Two cars passed each other, pulling in and out of the lot A nearby door slammed He felt exposed Far too public for the conversation ahead And the bikes

“I need to get the bikes locked up,” he said “We could talk in et out and go at any time”