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Getting into the close confines of a car? Where it was dark and intimate? She had enough memories crashing in on her at the moment to deal with, and his flat-out remark about sex had madeit impossible to ignore them. It was difficult enough to keep her mind away from their history, but to know that Dev was fully capable of—and probably was at that very second—picturing her naked and…and… She nearly lost it completely at that point.
    And now she couldn’t shake off the images of an equally naked Devin that were foremost in her mind and shaking up her libido.
    â€œI appreciate the offer, but I’m sure it’s out of your way….”
    â€œI don’t mind. It’s probably the least I can do.”
    Decision time. Continuing to argue with him over this would be juvenile, but there simply wasn’t a graceful way to decline without sounding petty and petulant. Then there was the voice of her inner accountant who had calculated the fare for the trip home and was screaming to accept the ride if she wanted to make rent this month. Financial recklessness in order to make a stand? That was more than juvenile. It was stupid. And after the mess he’d put her in, he did at least owe her cab fare.
    â€œThen I accept.” She forced herself to smile as Devin opened the studio door and held it for her. Kate waved as they left, and it was all Megan could do not to make a rude gesture in return.
    She really was losing her grip on her sanity.
    Thankfully, Devin was quiet on the long elevator ride down to the garage under the building. He pulled out his phone and began checking messages, so she did the same. None worth responding to, but it kept her hands and eyes occupied and made being trapped in a small box with Devin a little easier.
    The parking garage was all but deserted, and the hum of fluorescent lights bouncing off the gray concrete walls seemedlike the setup for something in one of those bad horror movies Dev used to love to watch. It gave her the willies.
    Devin must have noticed, because he called her on it.
    She shrugged. “I just can’t help but feel like that blonde girl in every horror movie right before the serial killer jumps out with a chain saw.”
    That caused Dev to laugh, and the sound had a disturbing effect on her stomach. “The blonde girl who dies is always alone. And usually wearing substantially less than you are.”
    The way Devin’s eyes roamed over her as he spoke sent her mind back to earlier uncomfortable thoughts about states of nakedness. She tried to think of something witty to say, but her thoughts were a bit too scrambled. She settled for the nonwitty “Good point.”
    When she heard the beep of Devin unlocking his car, she finally took notice of the car he was headed toward. Low-slung, sleek and red, the car was every teenage boy’s fantasy. As he opened the door for her, she let out a low, appreciative whistle. “Nice car. Divorce does pay well, it seems.”
    â€œThat it does,” he answered, then closed the door on any further comment she might have made. She didn’t know much about cars, but even she could appreciate the butter-soft leather seats and dashboard that resembled a cockpit. When Devin slid into his seat and brought the engine to life, she could feel the horsepower rumbling under her feet.
    Devin braced his hand on the back of her seat as he backed out of the space, and she got an unwelcome reminder of why this was such a bad idea. He was only inches away, and even the tiniest movement of his hand would cause his fingers to brush against the nape of herneck. Goose bumps rose on her skin and she fought back a shiver.
    Of course Devin couldn’t drive one of those huge SUVs, where a couple of feet would have separated them. Oh, no, the tiny sports car meant his arm brushed hers as he shifted gears, and every time she inhaled, the familiar scent of his aftershave tickled her nose. Once upon a