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    “When was the last time the oil was changed in this car, darlin’?” Mitch moved around to the front of the car and slammed the hood.
    Angel folded her arms beneath her breasts and drew her bottom lip between her teeth. “As far as I know, three thousand miles ago. It always got changed every three thousand miles.” She hesitated and then muttered, “Or so Mack claimed.”
    “As far as you know,” Jacob prompted, thinking back to the things Mitch had shared with him, details he had learned about Angel in the months he’d kept tabs on her. They knew her ex had taken the car when she left him, knew it had taken her over a year to get it back because it had been jointly owned.
    “Actually”—she winced—“It’s about a thousand miles overdue. When I finally got the car back I didn’t drive it much. I didn’t need to. Then I took a few trips, started going out more and knew it was getting time to change it. I kept reminding myself, but…”
    “A thousand miles isn’t going to do enough damage to the oil to cause this,” Mitch assured her, walking around to lean his ass against the side fender. He crossed his feet at the ankles and regarded her carefully. “The way that oil looks, we’re talking several thousand miles overdue, or contaminated.”
    “I wouldn’t put it past Mack to do something that devious out of spite,” Angel admitted. “But I think it’s more likely that he just let it go. He always took care of getting oil changes and stuff done.” She shrugged. “I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if he simply told me he got it done and never did.”
    Mitch regarded her for several heartbeats before he slowly nodded. “All right, guess I’m letting my cop side get the best of me this mornin’.”
    Angel lifted a perfect brow. “Well, at least that’s one side of you that you aren’t holding back from me.”
    Jacob covered a laugh with a cough, even though he knew damned well he didn’t have a right to find her accusation funny. He held back on her last night, too. They both did. And apparently she realized it.
    “You want to explain that, darlin’?” Mitch’s tone stayed even, conversational, but Jacob saw the danger darkening his eyes.
    “Are you afraid you’re going to scare me or something?” Angel countered his question with one of her own.
    More than you know, sweetheart, Jacob thought. She hit the proverbial nail on the head with that one. Scare her, damage her, break her, all were possibilities neither he nor Mitch had wanted to chance before. Not that they were willing to chance them now. It started that way last night, but then they had settled into an unspoken agreement, rather quickly, that holding back would be the better option. It was either that or send her walking, and they had come too far to do that.
    “If you were going to scare me, the way you’re looking at me right now would do the job just fine,” she told Mitch. “For a cop, you suck at keeping your thoughts concealed.”
    Jacob bit back a smile when Mitch’s gaze slid his way. Though he hadn’t said as much, he had noticed his buddy’s inability to hide his emotions from Angel, too.
    “What am I thinking now?” Mitch asked as he turned his focus back to Angel.
    “Specifically? I’m not precisely sure,” she admitted. “I’m pretty certain it falls somewhere along the fence of wanting to bend me over that hood you’re leaning against and fuck me until I scream, but you won’t.”
    “What makes you think I won’t?”
    “Jacob didn’t, and I saw the same expression on his face yesterday.”
    “I’m not Jacob.”
    “Then I suppose I have to chalk it up to the fact that anyone on this ranch could walk in here at any given time. Or maybe you’re showing some kind of messed-up gentlemanly weakness or something.”
    Mitch pushed himself off the car and advanced on her. Jacob saw her take a half step back before stopping herself to face off with him. Control snapped with an almost audible