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an incredible poker player, or he really had no clue why his suggestion was ridiculous.
    “I could probably overlook the fact that they are different colors, but since you obviously didn’t notice, this one,” she said holding up her foot as best she could, “has a four-inch heel and this one is a flat!”
    “And?”
    “Nathaniel!”
    “Oz.”
    She gripped the shoe to keep from throwing it at his head. It wouldn’t be good to bean the guy driving the car. “Don’t start with that again!”
    Nathaniel grinned at her and reached back to rummage in his magic bag again. “Here.”
    He tossed a pair of men’s size-fourteen flip flops on her lap.
    “You’ve got to be joking.”
    He shrugged. “Better than nothing.”
    “Why do you even have these?”
    “I always wear flip flops in hotel showers. Don’t you?”
    Cherice released a long, slow breath and cracked open the water bottle, wishing it was something a lot stronger. She only took just enough of a sip to wet her mouth. Better ration it. The last thing in the world she needed was another bathroom break.

Chapter Six
    Oz threw his snack trash into the bag from the gas station and took a swig of his water. Cherice hadn’t said a word since the untimely demise of her shoe. But she had managed to nearly pick a hole in his shirt before giving up and going back to sleep. He tried to shy away from thoughts of clothing. The quick glimpse of lace-covered breast he’d seen was a sight he wouldn’t forget any time soon. And she looked downright adorable swimming in his shirt. Too bad that adorable package was wrapped around a seriously annoying woman who smelled like a diaper-changing station at a ballpark. Ketchup and baby powder…not a great combo.
    He didn’t know what this woman’s deal was but something was eating her up in the worst way. Maybe that was why she was so prickly. The only time she didn’t look like she was about to vomit from stress was when she was firing off barbs at him. Except when she was staring out the window trying to ignore the fact that he existed. Or pretending like she hadn’t enjoyed the glimpses she’d seen of his body. He had half a mind to make the rest of the trip shirtless¸ just to watch her squirm. It was certainly muggy enough to justify a bit of stripping.
    She finally sat up, blinking her eyes at him.
    “Hey,” he said.
    She gave him a faint smile, then turned her head and wiped at her mouth.
    He laughed. “No drool this time.”
    Her cheeks blushed but she ignored that comment. “Where are we now?”
    “Almost to West Virginia.”
    “Ah, finally. I didn’t think it would take so long to get across Virginia.”
    Oz snorted. “Yeah, it’s bigger than it looks on the map.”
    “Yeah,” she said, turning her attention back to the same scenery they’d been seeing for the last six or so hours. Lush green interspersed with towns, homes, and shopping centers, all seen through a hazy, watery filter.
    Cher didn’t seem inclined to continue their conversation. He didn’t know if she was still pissed over her shoe or what, but he had no intention of sitting silent for the rest of the trip. Hell, one of the reasons he’d wanted her along in the first place was so he didn’t have to drive alone with nothing but the radio to keep him company.
    “So what have you been doing since the med-school plan didn’t work out?”
    She let a little sigh go and turned to him. “You don’t have to make conversation with me, you know. I’m fine just sitting here.”
    “Well, I’m not. It’s a long way to New York and talking will help keep me awake and alert. Unless you want to take a turn.”
    She looked out the window at the cars whizzing by in the rain and shook her head. That’s what he thought.
    She sighed. “Fine.”
    “Did you even want to be a doctor?”
    “It’s kind of the family business. It seemed like a good idea to follow in their footsteps,” she answered quietly.
    “What about nursing?”
    Cherice gave a