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She slipped off her sunglasses, and the world skipped a beat.

The unforgiving heat, lack of road signs and the problems waiting for him in Dallas slid away.

Clear blue eyes peered up at him out of a heart-shaped face and a riot of cinnamon-colored hair curled against porcelain cheeks. Not a glimmer of makeup graced her skin, unusual enough in itself to earn a second glance. The sun bathed her in its glow, a perfect key light. She was fresh, innocent and breathtakingly beautiful. Like a living sunflower. He wanted to film her.

She eyed him. “Problema con el coche, señor?”

Kris closed his mouth and cleared his throat. “I’m Greek, not Hispanic.”

“Wow. Yes, you are, with a sexy accent and everything. Say something else,” she commanded, and circled a finger. The blue of her eyes turned sultry. “Tell me your life is meaningless without me, and you’d give a thousand fortunes to make me yours.”

Somehow his mouth was open again. “Seriously?”

She laughed, a pure sound that trilled through his abdomen. A potent addition to the come-hither she radiated like perfume.

“Only if you mean it,” she said.