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more dangerous than I look. Woman in Jaguars are notoriously wicked.” I smiled as I looked him up and down.
    His dimple winked at me as he laughed. “I’ve always liked a woman with spirit. You know, they have a good radio station out here. Mostly classic rock, but it usually has a beat.”
    He reached up to the dash and turned on the radio. AC/DC blasted from the stereo with the chorus to “Hell’s Bells.” It was just what the doctor ordered. There was the comfortable silence that was ushered in by good rock music. With the music blasting, the windows open, and the good-looking Australian sitting next to me, I was beginning to feel things were looking up. I might even let him live after all this. The ringing of my phone interrupted the music, and I let it ring.
    “Are you going to get it?” asked the Aussie.
    “Not wanting to. It’s probably him.”
    “Is he the sort of fella that will keep calling?”
    “Yes.” I knew I was going to have to talk to the bastard eventually. Putting it off wasn’t going to help any. I hit the phone button on the steering wheel, and Rich’s voice came through the speakers.
    “Catherine? Babe? You there?”
    “Yes.” I was feeling sulky. I wasn’t going to let Rich talk me into going back. I had Aussie insurance now. My new boy toy would be a good distraction. I looked over at the Aussie. He did have a wicked-looking torso.
    Rich interrupted with another annoying plea. “Cat, really, come back. I’ll make it up to you.”
    “Nothing is going to keep your dick in your pants, Rich. You’re free to fuck who you want now. Our marriage is over. I’m not renewing our vows. Goodbye.” I hit the disconnect button. It made me feel stronger to just finally shut Rich up. Motioning to the Aussie, I pointed to my purse. “You could do me a big favor and shut off my iPhone?”
    “Will do.” He scrambled through my bag, pulled out my iPhone, and hit the off button. He admired the rhinestone casing with the Hello Kitty design. He didn’t say anything after that. Wise choice. I didn’t feel like explaining it. Not yet at least.
    “How about you turn the radio back on?” I added in a change-the-subject tone.
    He reached out and hit the radio button. Fleetwood Mac soothed my nerves as we continued. I thought this would be a good time to talk about anything else but what happened. “So what’s your name?”
    “Jeff.”
    “Jeff what?”
    “Jeff Phillips. Yours?”
    “Catherine Banks. I usually go by Cat or Cathy.”
    “Nice meeting you. Have any plans other than going anywhere?”
    “Not really. Got any suggestions?”
    “Sure. I’ve always wanted to go to Vegas.”
    “Vegas sounds like a good change. I think we can cross over the mountains to Hwy 5 and get there through Tahoe.” I turned up the music. Suddenly, Vegas sounded like exactly what I needed.

Chapter 4
    Where Hwy 1 met Hwy 101, we headed south. A change in direction was good, and having a destination was helping my mood. A gorgeous, blond Aussie sitting next to me was helping it even more.
    He didn’t say much, and when we stopped for gas, he left for the restroom. I headed into the store and picked up some drinks and snacks. I didn’t know what Jeff would like, so I got a variety, knowing something would surely appeal. I never knew a man that didn’t eat something offered from a pretty woman.
    When he got back, I had the Jag loaded up and ready to go. “Vegas, here we come.”
    I had my sunglasses on and thought my Thelma and Louise imitation was looking pretty good right now. I checked my lipstick in the mirror as he put on his seatbelt.
    “Looks like we’re putting in for some distance. You planning on driving all night?”
    “No, figured I’d stop in Clearlake. This lady has got to have a bath.” He gave me a long, knowing look. “I don’t mind sharing a room.” He still had a smile on his face, but said nothing. “I promised a ride to Vegas. I meant it. I just don’t want to push all night.