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He’d been lethal enough to her libido when barefoot, wearing paint-spattered jeans. Standing there all intense and enigmatic, framed by his prowling roadster only intensified things. If that were possible. “Fantasy dates.”

“Fantasy dates,” he repeated as he eased the car out of the garage.

She risked a glance at him. He wasn’t exactly smiling, but there was a distinct air of amusement about him. “Yes.”

“A little fun indeed,” he murmured.

Any reply she might have made was lost on her sudden gasp as he floored the gas pedal and sent the little sports car rocketing down the rear drive. When she looked at him again, he was grinning. And a fiercer thing she’d never witnessed in her entire life.

Dear God, she’d unleashed a monster.