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“e” on the end, and the guy was still on it,” I clarified.
    Forgotten about, blocked out, whatever. Same thing.
    “Jesus, Hales. You scare me, you know that?” Danny remarked, shaking his head in disbelief.
    I just nodded. This was nothing new. I scared most people.
    Hell, I scared myself most of the time.
    “Yeah, well. We missed him. It’s all good,” I deadpanned.
    Danny shook his head again, one of his dimples making an appearance thanks to his smirk, and said, “Yeah, it’s all good. No lawsuit or prison sentence today.”
    Thinking about prison, and then thinking about the fact that I let Allison get carried into a strange house by a stranger, I queried, “Your uncle’s not a serial killer or anything, right?”
    When he just stared at me, his wheat-centered eyes blinking, I muttered, “Sorry. Just felt like I should check. Since I let him carry my mother into the house and all, and have thus far made no moves to follow him.”
    Danny placed his hand at the small of my back, turned me toward the house, and started in that direction. When we got a few steps into our journey he said, “No worries. He’s not a serial killer.”
    “Well, that’s good,” I breathed in exaggerated relief.
    “He hasn’t killed anybody in at least fifteen years, and even then, it was just the one person,” Danny supplied, completely straight-faced.
    “You ask a stupid question...” I muttered, letting the rest trail off under my breath.
    I looked up just in time to see a smile take over his scruffy face, and at the same time his fingertips flexed into the fabric of my camisole on my back. I could feel the heat of his hand despite the barrier, and the cotton fibers skimming against my skin produced an involuntary shiver.
    Giant, disproportionately winged butterflies took up residence in my stomach, and I had to work really hard not to squee with excitement.
    In order to distract myself (yeah, that’s the only reason), I did a slow perusal of all that was Danny as we walked.
    Light, worn out jeans, a black t-shirt with the “Fox Racing” logo on the front, brown boots, and the same backward, black baseball cap.
    The t-shirt stretched over his muscles, but he was lean, so it wasn’t tight in a creepy way. His skin was a bronzy, golden tan, and he looked just sloppy enough to say that he didn’t care about his appearance, the ends of his chocolatey hair wet and sticking out from under his hat.
    To sum up, he was fucking delectable.
    I tried to stop my breasts from swelling and my nipples from getting hard, but I was like one of Pavlov’s dogs.
    Show me a hot guy, and I’m going to salivate. Or the reproductive parts’ equivalent, if you catch my drift.
    Glancing back at his wet hair as we climbed the steps of his porch, I thought of a question. “Why is your hair wet?”
    I gave him no time to answer, but instead, kept right on talking. “Because if you sweat that much all the time, it could be a problem for me.” I leaned in, took a pronounced whiff of him, and then finished, “Good news is you don’t smell bad. So if it is sweat, at least your sweat smells good.”
    Shaking his head while his lips curved slightly up at the ends, he stopped us, turned to face me, gave me his full attention, and informed me, “It’s wet because I just showered.”
    My mouth started to open with a retort, but it was not to be had.
    “And before you ask, no, I don’t sleep this late in the morning. And no, I don’t have some kind of fetish that only allows me to shower four hours after I wake up.”
    He gave me a smirk, one that said I made it way to easy to play with me, and I made sure that my face was laced with the proper amount of chagrin.
    “I want to take you out on the four-wheeler, so I did a little trail maintenance. Unfortunately, that did get me pretty sweaty, so I took a shower.”
    I couldn’t believe I just made him explain taking a shower to me. Not to mention, asking him if he sweats a lot.
    I was a