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“I THOUGHT WE WERE MEETING in your office.” Bianca tucked the paper airplane into her bag as Nash hurried her along to the parking lot.

“Change of plan. Here, put this on.”

She stared dubiously first at the sleek, black motorcycle and then at the helmet he held out to her. “We could take my car.”

“Much less fun.”

She met his eyes, saw the laughter and the challenge, and something inside of her melted. “I came here to interview you. I can hardly do it on a—what is this—a Harley?”

“Good eye. And I know a perfect spot for an interview—one where we won’t be interrupted.”