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talk or conversation in general. Never had been much of a talker. Right then, with Shay sitting tensely beside him, he wished otherwise. He glanced over at her again. She was sitting frozen in her seat, like a damn statue, hands clasped tight in her lap.
    He’d been wrong. She wasn’t into him. And yeah, that more than sucked. He wanted in, badly. But going by her hands-off posture, he wasn’t going to get what he wanted. Story of his fucking life.
    A short time later, he was pulling up to a trailer park. The Happy Armadillo, read the faded sign out front. Not what he’d expected, not at all, but the grounds were taken care of, the trailers well kept. There were also colorful lights strung up outside each one, rows of flowers along their fronts. “Which is yours, sweetheart?”
    She pointed through the windshield, and he noted the way her hand trembled.
    “Over there.”
    Shit.
    Shay’s trailer was painted pink, the lights strung across the front the same color with some blue thrown in. It was cute. Like a freaking Barbie accessory. He had no goddamn business spending time with a woman like Shay. Not even for one night. He pulled to a stop in the space out front and turned off the engine. She remained quiet, didn’t move to get out of his truck.
    “Shay?”
    She turned to him then, eyes wide, breathing unsteady. “Yes.”
    He’d freaked her out, seriously messed up, came on too strong. A big, stupid ox, clumsily making a pass at her. His size alone probably scared the shit out of her. That totally sucked. This was why he was usually so cautious, weighed his options, his words. He’d learned to control his true impulsive nature. Going with his gut never worked out well for him. This time, going with his gut had screwed up his chances with the woman beside him, and that was a damn shame. He didn’t think he’d ever wanted a woman as much as he wanted this one.
    He shoved a hand through his hair. “Look, I’m sorry for scaring you back there.” He tilted his head toward her trailer. “You have a good night. Maybe I’ll catch you around sometime.”
    The chances of that were minimal, at best, but still, a man could hope. He reached for the key and fired his truck back up.
    “No,” she blurted.
    He dropped his hand, turned back to her. “No?” He was gripping the steering wheel so tight it creaked. He wanted to reach out and touch her, and she more than likely thought he was the scum of the earth. “You saying if I see you again, you want me to walk the other way?”
    “No,” she whispered.
    “You don’t want me to walk the other way?” What she was trying to say, he had no idea, since all the blood had evacuated his brain and taken up residence in his throbbing cock.
    She shook her head, and her shiny red hair moved around her face and shoulders. He wanted to wrap it around his fist while he fucked her from behind.
    “No.” She bit her lip.
    “I’m kind of confused here, babe.” And so hard, my balls are close to exploding.
    “What I meant to say is…thank you for the ride. It was really nice of you. And you…you didn’t scare me. If I saw you again, I wouldn’t want you to walk the other way.” The light was muted, her face washed in a pink glow from the little lights on her trailer, but he didn’t miss the way she blushed.
    He needed her to get out of his truck so he could blast the air-con all the way home, cool his blood, because right now, he was burning the hell up . “You got keys?”
    She seemed to snap out of it, whatever it was. The dazed expression washed from her face. “No…I. Crap.” She turned to him. “I don’t have my keys. Kayla took them when she bailed on me. Edna, my neighbor, might have a spare set.” She glanced out the window toward the trailer next to hers. All the lights were out. Her brow scrunched.
    He shoved open his door. “I got it.”
    Reaching into the bed of his truck, he got what he needed to pick the lock from his tool box then joined her at the