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plucked images from his mind of her twisting for him on the plane and ass up for him in the hotel. Then his mind latched onto one final perfect moment: his name on her lips.
    He pumped faster, replaying the sound until he spilled his release and cried out her name.
    *****
    D emetrius took her bag as she lifted it off the carousel. “I can give you a ride to Napa. A dozen planes just landed and every person on them will be fighting for a taxi.”
    “That won’t be necessary.” He’d talked incessantly since that second drink and the pain in her temples had advanced from throbbing to pounding.  “It’s fine.”
    “I really don’t mind. Napa’s on the way to my mom’s house. I need to head up there to pick up the dog anyway. Might as well go a day early. Let’s be honest, you’ve been drinking a bit. I want to make sure you get there safe. You want to. I can see you breaking,” he added in a singsong voice.
    Points for persistence. She’d brushed him off a million different ways since meeting him, but he hadn’t given up. The man’s face and physique could pull any woman in this airport. Dinah’s eyes would have to roll out of her head before she denied his beauty, but not a spark of attraction lit within her.
    Maybe that explained his determination. The man didn’t look like the type used to being ignored. “It’s just a ride, Demetrius.”
    “Of course.”
    “You swear it’s on the way? I won’t have you making a special trip.”
    Demetrius tossed his keys in the air and looked over his shoulder with a playful grin on his lips. “You’re not that cute. We’d better get started. The lot is a million miles away.”
    A billion miles away, she later found. It took a fifteen-minute shuttle to get to the edge of the lot and another eight-minute walk to the car itself. When she got there, her stomach threatened to toss its contents. Filth. Pure, filth.
    “Sorry about the mess.”
    “No problem.” Problem. The midsized, dented and rusting sedan smelled of turned food and wet clothes gone moldy. She looked back to the main terminal, now separated by lot after lot of cars. She was too tired and too over it to walk back.
    Demetrius raked crumbs off the passenger’s seat before she sat down. “This isn’t my regular car. It’s my first one. My baby. I don’t feel comfortable leaving the Benz out here.”
    “Right.”
    Demetrius finally shut his mouth as they turned into traffic and in the stillness, the exhaustion of the day wrapped around her like a warm, if smelly, blanket. She yawned once, then twice, before drifting off into sleep.
    She woke up to an insect bite and a bumpy ride over unpaved hills. “How long have I been asleep? Where are we?”
    “About an hour. This is a shortcut only the locals know.”
    Through the woods? No houses, no road, not even a path? She’d been tired and upset and it’d made her stupid. “I prefer to stick to the road.”
    “You didn’t believe me, did you?”
    “Huh?”
    “When I told you about the second car?”
    “Does it matter? Listen, Demetrius, I’m hungry and I paid for my first night’s dinner at the inn. I’d like to make it there in time. I don’t think this shortcut of yours is going to make that happen.”
    “All the other girls couldn’t wait to get alone with me. You though, you looked right past me. I think I’m insulted.”
    “What other girls?”
    “The ones I’ve given rides to. You’ll join them.”
    “Excuse me?”
    “Just relax. It won’t be long now.”
    Boy, she could pick ‘em. Djinn Love At First Sight just got bumped down a notch on the list of crazy. “Let me out.” The car wasn’t going so fast that she couldn’t jump and roll, but the door lock didn’t budge. She tried again, but her fingers were thick and uncooperative. “You picked the wrong girl, buddy. And the wrong damned day.”
    “Now whose turn is it to sound unconvinced?”
    She might have panicked at another time, but her mind was too busy