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Sean bent to the task of changing his flat tire, only then realizing she’d followed him into the pouring rain when he’d left the car. “Mean what?”

“About this being just the beginning…” Her eyes were huge, her body taut with…nerves?

“I meant it,” he said with an ease that no longer startled him. “Now go stay warm in the car.”

Instead, she went down on her knees in the dirt beside him, reaching out to stroke away a strand of wet hair from his eyes. “You look very sexy all wet, Sean O’Mara.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah.” She bit her full lower lip and Sean promptly dropped the jack.

“If I help with the tire,” she whispered in his ear, “we’ll get done faster, which would leave us at least a couple of hours’ darkness left to do…well, whatever we please.”

Sean broke the world record changing the tire, with Carly’s soft laughter egging him on.

“My, my,” she crooned, handing him the wrench. “A man who can use his tools. I like that.”