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Marco knew Gretchen meant the car, but he couldn’t help but think of the far different, exceedingly intimate kind of ride he would like to take with her. “I don’t know how to drive a stick shift,” he said.

She maneuvered her long legs into the driver’s seat. Looking at him expectantly, she replied, “That’s okay. I do.”

When he hesitated, she patted the leather of the passenger seat with bright red fingernails. “Don’t worry, Dr. Garibaldi. I promise I won’t bite.”

She might not, but he was afraid if he was cooped up in close quarters with her for too long, he might.

“Marco,” he said. “The name’s Marco.”

“Call me Gretchen.”

“Very well, Gretchen.” Swinging the passenger door open, he sank with a sigh onto the soft leather seat. Inhaling a heady breath of new-car aroma, he said, “Take me away from all my troubles.”

“My pleasure.”