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    She smiled to herself. That was fun , she thought. She'd never been so bold when checking out a cute guy. And hey, a little harmless flirting is good for the ego of everyone involved. The cars in front of her pulled out and she moved to the forward pump, still glowing from the encounter or whatever you'd call it.
     
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    Kelly carefully calculated how much gas she should put in her tank. Too little and she wouldn't be able to make it back and forth to the office over the weekend. Too much and she wouldn't be able to eat. Taking mental stock of her nearly bare kitchen cupboards, she figured she could get by with just $15 for food, leaving a $2 cushion if she put $20 into her tank. While it certainly wasn't ideal, it was at least acceptable.
    As she did the math, her mind drifted back to her hatred of her job and her boss. She felt so powerless over her life, and that was not a feeling she cared for. As a freelance artist, she'd always managed to make rent by having a series of crazy roommates, the last of whom had moved out of the crappy two-bedroom apartment seven months before. She found she enjoyed living alone for once, so she went job hunting.
    Her life hadn't been extravagant but she didn't have to answer to anyone but herself. If her boss was being an asshole, all she had to do was look in the mirror and tell herself to chill. She pushed hard when she needed to but could sit back and coast every now and again. Now, all she could do was fume and plot different ways to get the world's top assassins to put Mr. Wigley in their crosshairs.
    Just thinking of that pudgy little ferret wiped away any lingering effects of her encounter with the biker. Reality set in. She finished pumping in a daze, noting that less than five gallons of gas was now in her tank. Depressed and distracted, she pulled around the back of the station to check the air in her tires. The last thing she needed was another blowout on the freeway.
    She was checking the last tire when a shadow moved over her. The sun was behind him, blinding her when she looked up, but in an instant, she knew it was him — the biker. His bulk was unmistakable, even in silhouette.
    "You might need this." His voice matched his appearance: deep, rough, and sexy as hell. A tingle rippled through Kelly's hunched body. He was holding something out to her but she didn't reach for whatever it was. She was too stunned by his presence. She was paralyzed.
    Her eyes followed him as he squatted down in front of her, a smile playing at his lips. Kelly realized her mouth was hanging open. She snapped it shut and looked away for a moment to collect herself. What was he doing here? When she looked back, the tanned skin around biker's eyes was crinkled with amusement. He took one of her hands in his own and pressed something into it. His fingers slowly slid across her skin, sending more tingles through her body. Still mute, she looked down to see her gas cap. She must have left it on top of the pump.
    Now with something to focus on other than this handsome stranger who made her belly do flip-flops, Kelly fiddled with it and mumbled a thank you. She was mortified that the guy she'd so brazenly flirted with was inches away. She'd just wanted a little harmless fun, and up close, this man looked anything but harmless. Not scary but definitely…dangerous.
    The warm smell of his leathers enveloped her. She closed her still-dazzled eyes and breathed deeply, hoping to clear her head. Mixing with the leather was a deeper, more animal scent. The rubber of her tires added a sharpness that muddled her thoughts even more. Her body was reacting to his closeness. She needed space, she needed to put some distance between them. She stood up quickly, too quickly, and got dizzy. Reaching out to steady herself, she found his burly, muscled shoulder. She nearly fainted.
    "Hey, are you okay?" His voice went from seductive to concerned. He stood up and clutched her shoulder and hip to keep her from