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swallow his guffaw. “Woo-hoo, good grief, did you see that?”
    Yes, she had seen it. It was right in front of her, the camera zooming in on it. As Nolan went over the wall, his jumpsuit ripped at the seat. He didn’t even pause but went straight to the front right tire and started pumping his jack. Eve cleared her throat at the sudden realization of just how dirty that descriptive sounded.
    The motion of working the jack to lift the car had Nolan bending over. Which had his butt clearly displayed through the tear in his pants.
    “It looks like Evan Monroe’s jackman has had a bit of an accident with his uniform out there. I commend the man for doing his job under adverse conditions but I think I see a penalty in his future. That’s not exactly a family-friendly view.”
    No, it wasn’t a family-friendly view to say the least. It was a whole lot of tight, sexy butt, the muscles in his thigh and rear flexing as he worked the jack. Eve swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how perilously close to her Nolan Ford was while his buns moved around on her phone.
    “See?” she told him, needing to exert a bit of control in the situation. Unfortunately, her voice wavered just enough to make her cheeks flush with heat. She hoped he was looking at her phone and not her.
    “I see. I was there, you know. Like I said, I felt the breeze. But what was I supposed to do?”
    There was the rub. She wasn’t really sure what he was supposed to have done at that particular moment. But she just knew that staring at his naked backside wasn’t providing her with any answers.
    “If I had stopped to duct-tape my pants together, we either would have lost a huge amount of time or Evan would have ended up with no tires on that pit stop. That would have been disastrous. You know that.”
    She did know that. One or two seconds slower in a pit stop could alter the course of the race. Not taking fresh tires could drop you back twenty spots. He was right and she knew it, but that didn’t make the result any less horrible. It was a lose-lose situation that she wasn’t sure how to fix and it was giving her a headache.
    Finally she snapped, “You’re supposed to wear underwear.”
    “They’re constricting.”
    He was leaning even closer to her now, and Eve was desperate to shift away from him, but determined not to give him the satisfaction of thinking she was nervous or had backed down. She wasn’t sure why she was having the reaction she was other than the fact that it had been approximately one thousand years since she had last had sex and there was something casually hot about Nolan Ford.
    Plus there was no denying he looked good not wearing underwear. At least from the back. She nudged him with her elbow, but kept her view on her phone.
    “Oh, so you have that much to constrict?” Sarcasm was her best defense against the discomfort she was feeling. It was a trick she had perfected throughout her life.
    He gave a low, sexy laugh. “Who wants to know?”
    There was no way to really answer that without it sounding like she was actually interested in the size of his penis. Damn. She’d walked right into that one, which was annoying as hell.
    “No one.”
    “I think maybe you do or you wouldn’t have asked.”
    She wanted to sigh. She wanted to rub her temples. She wanted to run away to a remote Pacific island where demigods would worship her.
    Evan always insisted she created her own stress. But how could she have created a scenario where one of his crew members flashed his butt on camera? She had the ability to complicate things, she’d own that, but this was not her doing.
    The video had stopped playing so she closed the screen and put her phone in her pocket, moving away from him. “Just. Wear. Underwear.”
    “That’s fun to wear?” He grinned at her.
    Eve blinked, debating how much jail time she would get for reaching over and ripping his face off.
    “No sarcastic response? I’m disappointed.”
    He had no idea the control she