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A new fear shot into her mind. The consideration that maybe she didn’t want help from a stranger now circled her frazzled, fatigued brain. She searched for another solution, not the least of which was how to hide from this coming stranger she’d just frantically flagged down. Absolutely nothing came to mind. And the driver could obviously see her now.
While her current options were extremely limited, she recognized that they all sucked.
One, Marcus had borrowed a car and was about to mow her down.
Two, a stranger was about to mow her down.
Three, the stranger speeding ever closer was a serial killer on the hunt for his next victim, and once he saw her all alone on the road this afternoon, he would decide to mow her down for a speedy vehicular manslaughter as a quickie afternoon serial-killer treat.
Four, the stranger, whether serial killer or not, would stop on a dime and offer to help her, and then kill her and bury her body where no one would ever find it.
The very remote fifth possibility—at least it was far-flung in her mind—was that he’d be a good Samaritan and help her out, but when had that ever happened to her? Never.
Her arms dropped to her sides, and she vaulted toward the door of her car as the speeding vehicle roared into the vicinity, stopping practically on a dime and skidding to rest several feet from where she’d been standing in the road moments ago.
The driver’s door opened, and a man hopped out of a two-tone blue and black muscle car circa 1970s and obviously restored with an appreciation for the era. She saw his blond hair first, his considerable height second, and his smiling, attractive face last.
“Hi,” he said simply.
Suzanna remained quiet and watched as he walked around the front of his car, heading in her direction. He didn’t look like a serial killer, but then she’d never seen one before except in pictures on true-crime television shows. And after running for two days from her last badly chosen boyfriend, she wasn’t looking for a replacement.
Unfortunately, it seemed that her libido was still actively on the hunt, and had just scored a win.
She took a longer look at the approaching man. Her pulse quickened. In fact, this speeding driver was quite delicious. Topping six feet tall, he had a confident stride, a nice build, and chiseled features, including a smile that unnerved her because she was almost already taken in by it, and he hadn’t even gotten close enough to kiss. Oh my. Kiss. Her focus went directly to his sexy, delectable mouth.
Crap. Now she wanted to kiss him. What was wrong with her? He was a stranger. A supremely attractive stranger. But still a stranger. She should be wary.
Shockingly, a stray thought landed in her head and would not be dismissed. What would it be like to kiss this handsome man? Given her recent past, she should have a different attitude. But suddenly, kissing him became the only thing flashing and circling in her head.
Would he be good at it? Would he use his tongue? Would he push his cock against her body as he devoured her? Would he sweep her up into his life and make her forget the shitty world of fear she’d just run from in desperation? In her fast fantasy, he’d be the best kisser she’d ever locked lips with and her new perfect love interest. She knew what this was. She’d been reading too many romances. If only romance novels really were true. But they weren’t. At least not in her limited experience. Add to it the fact that she was currently sleep deprived, she should stay wary. If only her libido would pipe down and stop sending vibrant sex messages to her pussy.
She still hadn’t said a word. He didn’t seem to be in any hurry. Perhaps it was time to engage. “Hello,” she managed without having her voice squeak. Wearing big, dark sunglasses that hid half of her face, she realized she could study any part of his body without him knowing. She put her attention back on his mouth. He had beautiful, kissable lips.
The attractive stranger stopped just shy of arm’s length from her and grinned.
“So did you just stop so your car could have a smoke break, or is there something wrong with your engine?”
And he had a sense of humor. Excellent. She laughed. “No. I don’t smoke or let my vehicles ruin their lungs either.” She pointed a thumb over her shoulder. “I’m not a mechanic, but I’m guessing that something is definitely wrong with the engine.”
