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Suzanne bumped along the dirt track, praying for her truck to keep going. It didn’t.
Muttering expletives under her breath, she popped the hood, most dismayed to see the steam curling into air. As if it wasn’t humid enough. Whatever had possessed her to hire this piece of shit for her holiday she would never know. It might be authentic, but it also didn’t freaking work, and… she held her phone up in the air, no reception.
Just fucking great.
Her sundress clung to her skin, and she was in the process of tying her hair up and out of the way, when another vehicle pulled up. Her mouth fell open when she spotted the driver. Sex on legs, bad boy, right there.
“Can I help, ya, sugar? You look awfully stuck.”
“I… that is. It won’t work.”
Suzanne inwardly grimaced at her inane reply and Mr. combust-her-knickers-instantly gave her body a lingering appraisal that notched her temperature up even more.
“Cute accent. English, right? Got the truck from O’Malleys?”
His grin turned sinful at her nod.
“Figures, the old guy’s forever sending cute chicks my way.”
He thinks I’m cute?
“Relax, not gonna bite, unless you want me to…”
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