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the features—of that she was certain. She wanted to see his eyes; she could only imagine the color. But he didn’t lower his dark shades. However, the muscles in his arms could be seen under the thin cotton of his crisp, white shirt, and that was enough to hold her interest for the moment. His skin was the color of an arctic sunset, smooth and beautiful—exotic. Juanita felt her mouth drop open.
    â€œYou hit me,” he said, his voice deep and rumbling, as though from the halls of Buckingham Palace. She found her hand on her bare belly, as if the vibration from it could be felt from the inside out.
    â€œYes ... um, well, you were driving too slowly, and you even put your brakes on too suddenly, sooo ... this was all your fault.”
    â€œBut you hit me from behind, so that puts you at fault no matter what. Isn’t that the rule in this backward country,” he explained simply, his voice soft but determined.
    â€œNo, now, that’s not all together true, young man,” she began, putting on an air of maturity.
    â€œYoung man?” He smiled. His teeth were bright, but it was his eyes that lit up his entire face when he pulled the shades away and looked out over her head. If was as if he wanted to laugh, but felt his laughter was only meant for friends to share, and she was a stranger. But not for long, not if she could help it. His green eyes cried out for her friendship. “You say that like you’re old enough to be me mum.” His head was cocked slightly to the side. He was sexy, and Juanita was fighting the urge to pour on the charm. It had been a long time since a man had affected her this way. She had been good for a long time—concentrating only on Chance and his married playing-hard-to-get ass. But now this man, this man could make her go bad—real bad. “I’d dare say you are probably young enough to be my kid sister,” he said.
    Was he flirting? Surely, he was flirting. Well, in that case... “Get outta here,” Juanita retorted, a giggle chasing her words. “You’re just trying to get out of admitting that you are at fault here. Let me see your paperwork. You know the drill: ID, insurance, and all that stuff. I mean, we need to exchange information,” she said, trying to keep on mark yet show him a little interest at the same time. And he was interested, she could tell the way he was eying her costume. She moved her jacket to make sure he could get an eyeful, too. “And I guess we should call the authorities,” she added reluctantly.
    â€œNo need, ma’am, you’re looking at ’em,” he said, pulling out his badge. Juanita’s heart sank to her toes, staring at the badge and ID of Ovan Dominguez—Cop. The sight nearly turned her stomach.
    â€œMom!” Junior called from the car.
    Juanita froze. She had forgotten just that quickly that Junior was in the car watching her make her move on this handsome man—this handsome cop. Juanita noticed Officer Dominguez looking around her toward the sound of Junior’s voice. She watched his eyes as they studied Junior and then returned to meet hers.
    â€œYour brotha?” he asked.
    â€œUhhh no ... my son,” she admitted, almost choking on the words.
    Her emotions covered her face in the form of a light blush. Ovan apparently noticed, as he smiled warmly before retrieving a pen out of his car’s visor to give her his personal information. “But, yeah, back to this, you’re right. I’m at fault here. I was looking for an address and wasn’t paying attention to what I was doing. Tell you what. Call me ... uh, with the estimates and the agency will take care of it or whatever—I’m in somewhat of a hurry,” he said, handing Juanita his card.
    She looked at it closely; the words all scrambled around but still came back to three that meant the most at this moment. Ovan Dominguez—COP. It was as if that part jumped