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legs. She knew they were going really fast but she wasn’t sure she cared. Zeb turned further away from her and she saw her panties left beside her on the table. She reached her hand to the back of his neck and squeezed his tense muscles.
    “If I walked into your house and I’d seen the bed you and your skanky wife slept in, I’d have you on the floor in a second. Me on top.”
    Zeb’s gaze turned to her with his light blue eyes glittering. “On top?”
    “Hard,” she told him, then she got serious. “I know it’s fast, honey. But I feel this thing between us I’ve never ever felt before.”
    He took her hand from his neck and brought his lips to her palm. He kissed it then uttered, “Yeah.”
    He felt it too.
    Now her eyes glittered.
    “I’m selling this junk pile of a house,” she declared. His slow smile would have melted her panties if she’d had them on.
    “We’ll see,” he said, leaning in and kissing her mouth slowly.
    Ten minutes later, she had her panties back on and her suitcases outside as she complained, saying, “I better take my car, because he insisted and he might wonder if I don’t.”
    “I’ll follow you, sweetness, and we can drop off the truck you borrowed.”
    She wanted to kiss him, but maybe she shouldn’t in front of the neighbors. He seemed to telepathically get that, or maybe he just thought that too, as he gave her a long, slow, body-crawling look, then he tossed her suitcases in the back of her four-door sedan.
    “Follow me to the casino; we’ll be going around back like last night,” she told him.
    Carly made sure Zeb was following her, because she was taking the back way to get to the casino. She kept part of her concentration on Zeb, but she knew he’d be good at following her, and with the other part, she thought about how basically she wasn’t going back home again. At least not as long as Rick was there.
    The house was technically hers because she’d owned it before they married, but she didn’t care about the house, since she’d really bought it as an investment. To live in for a while, then rent out. The house she really cared about ... her house was out by the lake.
    Part of her property at the lake was used as a safe house for WTSF girls getting out of bad situations when they needed to hide off the radar and let things cool down. The other part was her big lake house, but it was further out from town and not very practical for trying to come into do her volunteer work at WTSF. Rick didn’t even know about the lake house.
    She wondered why she’d never told him. Was it some sixth sense that knew he was rotten even as he was trying to con her into believing he wasn’t?
    “ Why did he come back to me?” she exclaimed, while angrily flipping back her hair.
    She stopped her car at the stop sign on top of Mustang Hill; looking in her rearview she saw Zeb right behind her. She waved at him and her anger melted. How amazing was it to find a man like Zeb, and right at this particularly screwed-up time in her life?
    Her mind wandered to all things Zeb as she drove and thought about the prospects of getting to know him better, until she put her foot on the brake to slow her speed on the hill. But the brake pedal went to the floor. A second later she screamed in panic, realizing she had no brakes.
    “Slow down, sweetness,” Zeb growled under his breath as he checked the speed, then he got more irritated mixed with concern.
    He honked his horn twice. Was she a speed demon? It was dangerous, even out on the back-country road. Suddenly, he watched Carly’s speeding car veer over into the oncoming lane, then back, then veer again.
    “Damn it, something’s wrong,” he muttered.
    Her hand waved out the window, and it wasn’t a nice wave, but frantic. Was it her steering? There was no one else on the road, and at the bottom of the hill it looked like there was a stop sign.
    Zeb sped up the truck he was driving, to get beside her. They were running out of time. One