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the house he already knew. She jumped off the seat before he had a chance to shut off the engine. “Well, that was fun,” she said with a nervous giggle.
     

    “You ever ride a motorcycle, Julie?”
     

    She pulled off the helmet and fluffed her hair. The corkscrew curls of copper fit her cute features much better than the black wig that had overpowered them.
     

    “Not one this fast,”
     

    He bit back a smile. “No, I meant any motorcycle.”
     

    “Was it that obvious?” Color rose from her chest and deepened her already flushed cheeks.
     

    “I like to be a woman’s first.” Shit. Even clean shaven and wearing his glasses, Demon’s persona had a bad habit of popping up at inopportune moments.
     

    Julie stopped contemplating her toes and stared straight at him. Emotions moved over her face and clouded her eyes, but he didn’t know her well enough to read between the lines. He’d just met this wonderful woman. He hadn’t intended to scare her off.
     

    “Julie, I—”
     

    “No, Damon. It’s fine. I understood the score last night. I knew what this would be when I seduced you.”
     

    He hadn’t thought her cheeks could become redder, but he was wrong.
     

    “You have a lot of women available to you,” she said, quietly. “I’m sure they’re much more experienced than me.” She shrugged and nervously fiddled with the strap of the helmet. “I’m sure you weren’t really expecting the person you found at the family homestead ?” She emphasized the last two words as if they were obscenities. “The Jewel of last night was more your speed. I get that.”
     

    Oh, hell no. “No, Julie, I—”
     

    She lifted her hand between them. “No, Damon. Seriously, you don’t owe me anything. Obviously my father dragged you into an uncomfortable situation. Well, you’ve done your social obligation. You politely got through a Tilling family dinner and now I’m home safe and sound. I didn’t mean to disappoint by being the girl next door and not the wild party bimbo you expected.” The helmet landed in his lap. “It seems I have a hard time living up to even a virtual stranger’s expectations of who I should be.” She turned on her heel. “So, thanks. I get it. Good night.”
     

    “No, Julie, really, you don’t understand.” He yelled at her retreating back. “Julie, wait.” Damon attempted to jump from the bike, but the stand wasn’t down, and he had to juggle the extra helmet. “Damn it all to hell. Julie…” He finally managed to extricate himself from the bike and the helmets and caught her just as she pushed open the front door. “Please. I think you’ve misunderstood. Just give me a minute to explain. Then I’ll leave.”
     

    Her arms knotted across her chest for protection. A wounded heart? He’d have to tread carefully. The emerald eyes shimmering in the waning light telegraphed her pain and embarrassment, but her lips were pursed thin with determination. The woman was a walking enigma. Damon suspected she had no idea how damn sexy she looked standing there, inviting him to explain himself—daring him to breach her defenses.
     

    “Look, Julie. I’m not going to lie to you. Demon Jones is very popular with the ladies. Damon Corey…not so much. If you’re looking for the person I was last night, well, you’re in for a big surprise. He’s as fake as Santa Claus.”
     

    The tip of her tongue darted out to wet her full lips. “I still believe in Santa Claus.”
     

    She would . “The Easter bunny, then.”
     

    “But he doesn’t try to pass himself off as anything but the chocolate peddler that he is. I don’t think any hearts have ever been broken by the Easter bunny.”
     

    “Julie…” Damon’s hand found its way to her cheek, his fingers tangling in her hair. She smelled earthy and fresh, and he gulped in great breaths of heaven, not sure he could ever completely fill his lungs. He gauged her reaction as he leaned in, his gaze sweeping her