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city’s evening commute. All too similar to the Portland traffic they’d just left behind. Only worse.
    God fucking damn.
    Aidan checked his mirrors before he crossed two lanes of interstate traffic, slowing down significantly.
    “What’s the matter?”
    “Flat tire.”
    “Oh.”
    His phone beeped, an insistent tone that told him he had voice mails piled up and waiting for him. Disconnecting his phone from the truck’s Bluetooth system hadn’t stopped the calls from coming in.When it rained, it fucking poured.
    He depressed the button for the hazard lights and slowed the truck onto the shoulder. “Looks like we’re stopping again.” He shoved the gear into park.
    From hell to hell-in-a-handbasket. Aidan’s head continued to pound staccato beats he fought to ignore. At this rate it’d be midnight before they got to Seattle. And he still had to pick up the projector for tomorrow’s presentation.
    Damn. It.
    He glanced in his mirror before opening the driver’s side door. The shoulders of the interstate were wide enough for him to step out, but he still checked, every nerve ending tuned to the errant driver who could run him over. Getting creamed by oncoming traffic wasn’t in the plan, either.
    Aidan stepped out, slammed the door, and headed toward the front of the truck. Yep, it was definitely low. He ran a hand through his hair and glanced at his watch. This was the last fucking thing he needed to happen today.
    Might as well suck it up and get it done. “It’s a flat,” he confirmed when Delaney joined him.
    “I can see that.” She crossed her arms underneath her breasts, the boxy suit jacket on again. “Maybe I can help.”
    “Maybe.” He shoved aside the mental image of Miriam Wilson. She’d insisted her boys behave like gentlemen, fostered or not. Clearly, she’d never run across anyone like Delaney Harper.
    “Really?” There was a tinge of excitement in her voice.
    “Really.”
    The more he thought about it, it was safer to keep her in the one-of-the-guys category than anywhere else. At least, that was way better than wanting to kiss her…and more.
    She walked away, and a moment later, she’d opened both the front and rear passenger side doors.
    Aidan stalked back to the driver’s door and yanked it open. Opposite him, she reached for a box on the backseat. “What are you doing?”
    “Unloading. It’s how to get to the lug wrench and jack stand.”
    Of course she’d know that. If there was one thing he’d learned about Delaney, it was that she was a take-charge kind of woman. He kinda liked that about her, certainly respected her for it. “Your brothers taught you well.” She pulled out her overnight bag and set it on the roadway.
    “They didn’t want to teach me at first.” She shook her head, early-afternoon light hitting strands of her red hair and making them sparkle.
    Aidan froze. Sparkle? Jesus. He was seriously losing it. When had he ever thought a woman’s hair sparkled ?
    He pulled his gaze away from her face, her hair, and focused on something, anything that would break whatever wavelength his brain was on.
    He grabbed one of the poster boards, then leaned it against the open door. “Why didn’t they want to teach you?” Not that it mattered to him. He just had to keep her talking. She’d eventually say something to pull his brain out of his pants.
    “It’s flat-out dumb. They told me it was a guy’s job. The more I insisted, the more they held their ground, and the more I got pissed.”
    “Because, of course, your personality had nothing to do with it.”
    “Hey, I was lot more…insistent when I was a kid.”
    That made him chuckle. “More than you are now? You’ve gotta be kidding.”
    “Wait. What have I been so insistent about on this trip?”
    “The dog.”
    “That couldn’t be helped. Fifi was lost.”
    “Bathroom stops.”
    She propped her hands on her waist and gave him a sexy-but-in-charge look. “Did you want me to pee in your truck? Of