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“Yes, Ms. Drummond?”
“You didn’t see us together, did you?”
“No,” he said. “As far as I know you drove safely back to Napier. Where did you leave your car? I’ll put a call into dispatch so they know there are no problems.”
Two minutes later, Dallas was turning his truck and driving back to the turnoff for his cabin. Since they’d said goodbye to Mason, the earlier friendliness had switched to something dark and edgy. Every part of him tingled with anticipation.
Big, bad wolf was ready to play.
“Do you know what you’re doing?” he asked.
She sat primly in his passenger seat, manicured hands resting in her lap. Her expression was calm until she focused on him. “Yanking the devil’s tail,” she said. “Does it hurt?”
