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Mr. Malone next door to decide
to get his yard work done early.
    “Anna!” Carly called from inside.
“Anna, come quick. You’ve got to see this.”
    Over the clambering objection of
her headache, Annabel rushed through the house to the front porch. Carly stood
on the sidewalk talking to one of her friends—a well-built guy wearing a helmet
with a tinted face protector and straddling some monstrous-sized motorcycle.
    The girl could just save her
breath. No way would Annabel let her ride on that deathtrap.
    She marched toward Carly just as
the biker pulled off his helmet. The shock of discovering “Mad Max” in Thunderdome attire almost caused her to miss the
bottom porch step.
    “Come and see, Anna,” Carly called
out. “This is way better than a limo. Isn’t it the coolest thing you’ve ever
seen?”
    Annabel remained near the house,
leery of venturing any closer. “Oh, yes, the very coolest.” Her voice and
throat were as dry as dust.
    The combination of gleaming black
metal and chrome looked so alien, so dangerous, and so masculine . So
suitable for Max, and so unsuitable for her. Maybe they could go wherever they
were going in her car. Or she could follow him if he insisted on taking that
hell-on-wheels machine.
    “I so want to ride on this!
Max says he’ll take me for a spin.”
    “No!” Her screech jerked the evil
little elves with trip hammers inside her head into motion again. Moderating
her tone, she pressed her fingertips to her temples. “I mean, no. We probably
don’t have time for that, do we, Max?”
    Oh, my! Focusing on Max for
the first time, she took in the equally tantalizing and terrifying details of
his appearance. This was the Max she’d heard about, the wild
dare-devil—reckless and untamed, bold and exciting. What had happened to her
semi-civilized, designer-suit-wearing escort from last night? The button-down
shirt and tie had disguised the real Max—the one in black leather who scared
her to death and set her pulse racing at the same time.
    The jacket had two patches on the
arm with diamond-shaped logos. One said Good Riders, the other said Awesome
Good.
    She pointed to the second one and
lifted an eyebrow at him. “Bragging?”
    “Nope, fact. I’ve got documentation
if you want to see it.” He opened a compartment on the back of the bike and
tossed her a blue sports drink in a plastic bottle. “Here, drink this.”
    “Why?”
    “Electrolytes. Good for a
hangover.”
    “I had some coffee and toast, thank
you.” Barely suppressing a shudder, she moved to toss the bottle back to him.
    He shook his head. “Rookie mistake.
This is better. Drink it and go change.”
    She looked down at her clothes.
“Why would I change?”
    “You can’t go like that .”
Dismissing her khaki pants, white T-shirt, and sandals with a flick of the
wrist, he climbed off the bike and headed her way.
    “Why not? You wouldn’t tell me
where we’re going, but—”
    “You’ll be cold on the bike if you
don’t wear a jacket.” He nudged her foot with the tip of a black leather boot.
“And for safety’s sake, the open-toed shoes have to go.”
    “Oh, right,” she said with fake
heartiness. “Like a pair of tennis shoes will be any protection when my body
goes skidding across the pavement.”
    Her sarcasm provoked him into
producing a heavy sigh. “That’s not going to happen, but beginners always
forget and put their feet down before the bike comes to a complete stop.”
    “You don’t have to worry about me
or my feet because I’m not going anywhere on that monstrosity.”
    “There’s nothing to be afraid of,
Anna,” Carly encouraged. “I’ll bet it’s a lot like riding a roller coaster,
isn’t it, Max?”
    He looked doubtful. “Do you like
roller coasters, Morgan?”
    “Not really.”
    He tilted his head to the side and
considered her for a moment before shrugging and heading toward the bike.
Regret pulled at her with each step that thudded against the concrete.
    “After