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about driving me to work?”
    He ventured back into the bathroom. “You said you were late.”
    “That wasn’t my way of asking you for a drive.”
    “What’s the problem?” he called.
    She took a second before answering him. Again, she considered lying, but there was something in his tone that suggested he already knew why she objected.
    “Because people might think I did fuck you.”
    His laughter filled the cottage. “Yeah, that would be pretty terrible .”
    “You have a reputation, and so do the girls you’re seen with.”
    He emerged wiping his hands. His amused expression was infuriating. “What repressed time warp did I drive into? Is dancing illegal, too?”
    “It’s a small town. We smile to the tourists and talk shit about everyone else behind their back.”
    “Let me tell you something. All of those girls--no, women-- I’ve hooked up with weren’t exactly flaunting their purity rings.”
    He draped the towel over a kitchen table and folded his arms over his chest. She tried not to notice how gorgeous his forearms were. Tried, and failed, and bit down to keep from whimpering a little with wanting to touch him.
    “I still don’t want everyone thinking it.”
    “Who cares if they do? God, if you’re going to be so worried about what people think you might as well stay here for the rest of your life, work at the bar, and wring your hands.” He chuckled and leaned forward. “Can you stop arguing with me? I’m getting a headache. Let me drive you to work and I promise I won’t come and flirt with you while you’re working tonight.”
    She frowned. “You weren’t going to do that, were you?”
    “Hell yeah, I was. You’re cute as a button, and you’ve got great tits.”
    Speechless and burning once more, Rory watched the devilish smile take over his whole face and thought to herself, so this is how he does it .
    His laughter took over. He raised a brow as if he wanted to say something more, but shook it away. “Come on. The faster we get there, the faster I can ruin your reputation.”
    She managed to stay on her feet as they went back to his car, arguing that she’d have to get used to it once she got to The White Tip. She hunkered down as they drove back into the park, and she gave some thought to covering her face as he parked next to the employee entrance at the rear.
    Oh God. Fiona.
    A waitress she’d known since grade school was smoking next to the dumpster. She gawked as Noah Hyland hopped out of the car and strolled around to the passenger side where Rory waited, mortified.
    “You know what I said about not coming into the bar tonight?” he asked as he helped her out.
    “You lied.”
    “No, I’ll stay away … for tonight. I’ll be back tomorrow to check on your knee. If there’s no improvement, I’m personally taking you to the hospital. If you need a ride home tonight, send a message down to my chalet and I’ll take you.” He grinned at her as he jumped back into the car. “I’ll go back for your bike and leave it under your porch.”
    She cast a glance at Fiona, who lifted her shoulders and mouthed what the fuck?
    “Just leave the bike out front.”
    “Someone will steal it. Besides, you probably won’t be able to drive it tomorrow.” He got behind the wheel and draped his arm around the back of the passenger seat. She wondered if Fiona thought the gesture as sexy as she did. “See you tomorrow, Rory.”
    “Bye, and thanks.”
    She didn’t turn around, not until he had steered round to the front of the property, and she heard him gun the engine as he hit the road leading down to the chalets. Then she braced herself and turned.
    “Don’t ask.”
    “The fuck I won’t.” Fiona poked her cigarette into the sand-filled bucket next to the door. “You just rolled up in here in Noah Hyland’s kick-ass ride. I’m not letting you go anywhere until you tell me where you let him put his dick.”
    “I didn’t let him put his dick anywhere. I was riding to work