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could do was shake my head at how damned good looking he was.
    As we walked, I kicked around the theory of how people seemed to take more shit from good looking people and how, if I wasn’t so attracted to him, I’d already have written Gable off some time ago because of his rudeness. I decided this was something I needed to ask Dr. Horner about because it left me feeling a little shallow.
     
    We made it to the parking lot where there were puddles of water everywhere, and, God help me, I knew I was in so much trouble (and that my aforementioned theory was shot to hell) when Gable peered down at me with his lazy grin then suddenly scooped me up in his arms bridal style making me yelp as I laced my arms around his neck and he carried me to his car. “Can’t have you getting your feet wet,” he mumbled with a smile as he himself walked through the small pools of water the recent rain had left.
     
    Oh, my God. Most romantic thing anyone had ever done for me. My heart definitely took a hit with that one.
    When we got to his car, he set me on my feet, and adding to the giddiness I was still feeling from his carrying me, I saw that he drove absolutely what I’d pictured he’d drive—a cherry red 1970 Chevelle. Badass muscle car. Of course.
    “My oldest brother used to have the same car but his was black,” I said quietly, still reeling from how sweet he was being to me.
    “He has good taste,” he said with a grin as he opened the passenger door for me. I got in and he leaned across me, grabbing the seatbelt and pulling it across my lap. “It’s tricky,” he explained as he messed with it then turned toward me and his face was right there , his lips not an inch from mine. We stared at each other for a moment and when my eyes slid down to his mouth, I saw the sides of it tip up. My eyes jumped back up to see his dancing with amusement as a smile formed on his beautiful face. Shit. I turned away quickly feeling the heat rising in my cheeks as he finished buckling me in then closed my door, going around to get in the driver’s side.
    “Stop,” I muttered to myself before he got in, reminding myself I’d only end up getting hurt if I wasn’t careful.
    Breathing in the smell of the leather seats, I was suddenly blasted with a bit of nostalgia for home and when he got in and fired up the Chevelle, tears suddenly stung the backs of my eyes because it reminded me so much of Heath and made me miss him and Holden and Dad terribly.
    “You okay?” Gable asked, glancing over at me, his brow furrowed.
    A tear escaped and I brushed it from my cheek. “Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry. Your car just reminds me of home.”
    He reached over and squeezed my hand, smiling at me, and, dear God, if he didn’t stop being so nice, I was going to fall to pieces right there and have a big boohoo-fest. But he did stop when he moved his hand to the gearshift and put it in reverse, backing up, then threw it into first and we took off.
    “Where is home, Scout?” he asked and my head swung to him as I gaped at him in surprise. “What?” he asked.
    “I didn’t know you knew my name,” I said stupidly immediately wincing because, of course, he knew my name. We worked together. We had class together. Good gosh.
    He chuckled. “Yeah, that stuff has a way of getting out at O’Leary’s. Oh, wait, did I blow your cover or something?” He grinned over at me and if I was any lesser a woman, I’d have completely melted right there in my seat. But I was a strong, hardworking farm girl, so I only had a mild stroke taking in his handsome face and then just a teeny amount of arrhythmia flared up when he winked at me.
    Holy damn.
    “Yeah, that was dumb,” I mumbled, turning to glance out my window through half-closed eyes, the sun still too bright for my hungover self.
    “So?”
    I turned back to him in question.
    “Where’re you from?” he repeated with a chuckle.
    Oh. Duh. “Stone Springs.”
    He looked over at me again and gave me his half