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barge.”
    Bemused, Charlie looked down at the gun in her hand, thento where Harry bent low beneath the dash, then dutifully out the window.
    Hmm. There was something innately sexy about a man who could hot-wire.
    It took him mere seconds. He’d just managed to fire the engine when Floyd and Ralph came stumbling back around the garage, their curses so hot Charlie’s ears felt singed, and that was surely impressive given she’d been raised hearing curses all her life. The two men literally jumped up and down in rage as gravel and mud slung off the spinning tires, embellishing Harry’s daring getaway. Ralph fired, and Charlie thought she heard a bullet or two hit the side of the truck bed, but it didn’t slow Harry. She waited, wondering if, because of the gunshot, he’d feel it necessary to put her head back in his lap.
    She was slightly disappointed when he didn’t.
    Harry didn’t say a word, concentrating instead on finding the main road and figuring out how to turn on the lights, the wiper blades, the heat. Charlie was just about to tuck the gun into her pocket when he retrieved it from her without a word.
    She knew a struggle for the gun was useless, and she scowled. “Now what?”
    Harry rubbed the back of his neck, glanced at her, his gaze moving over her from head to toe, then cursed slightly. “I think we’ll abandon this truck outside town. No sense in taking a chance that Carlyle or one of his cronies will recognize it and want to pull us over. We’ll grab a taxi to my apartment.”
    â€œWhy your apartment?” Not that she’d complain. Her curiosity over Harry grew more rampant with every moment she spent in his company. From his place, she could call her sister, and then maybe they could finish what they’d started at the garage. She glanced down at Harry’s lap, but the interior of the cab was too dark to tell if he still reacted to their little interlude. She liked it a lot that she’d turned him on. Inall her life, she’d seldom had the opportunity, or the desire, to indulge in lust. But with Harry, well, she was more than a little intrigued.
    â€œI think we need to talk, to figure out what we’re going to do.”
    Charlie sighed, then carefully ventured a suggestion. “I don’t think we should call the police.”
    Harry stilled for a moment, smoothly switched gears, then nodded. “Okay, I’ll bite. Well, not really, not unless you wanted me to, and then it’d be more appropriate to say nibble—”
    â€œHarry.”
    â€œWhy don’t you want to contact the police?”
    â€œBecause I can’t see any way for you to explain this without telling them I was there, dressed as a guy, spying. And I’d just as soon no one knew about that.”
    â€œI can see where that would be a tale you’d hesitate to broadcast. But as it so happens I don’t relish involving the police, either.”
    â€œAnd your reasons are?” When he only slanted her a look, she poked him in the side. “No way, Harry. I told, now it’s your turn.”
    â€œYou told very little, actually.”
    â€œI’ll get into more detail once I’m warm and dry and have time to reason a few things out.”
    â€œI suppose that’ll have to appease me.”
    â€œGive it up, Harry.”
    He didn’t want to, she could tell that. He gave her a grudging look that almost made her smile. “I promised my friend I wouldn’t involve any of the other people in the area. They’re older proprietors, like Pops, and they aren’t excessively fond of the police right now.”
    â€œYou mean Pops—the guy who runs the store we were in before Floyd decided to play kidnapper?”
    â€œThat’s right. They’ve contacted the police a few times in the past over other situations—loud music, loitering, thingslike that. They were pretty much told that since