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And she was pretty sure that he’d started it.
    “But if we’re going for honest, I came here to cash in my rain check for coffee.” His eyes dropped to the cup in her hand. “But it looks like I missed out, once again.”
    “What about your car?” Every message he left specifically referenced the minivan.
    “Not a scratch. I was using it as an excuse to see you.” His eyes sparkled with a boyish gleam and something crackled between them. It was definitely chemistry—and completely mutual.
    Before Sara could process what that meant, or the way it made her thighs tingle, Stan came out of his office with a printout in hand. “All right, the parts are on order. I put a rush on ’em so they should be in by Monday. And your car will be my top priority.”
    “Thanks, Stan,” Sara said, taking the bill and choking. Apparently the twenty-five hundred had been for parts only.
    “I’ll give you a call when it’s ready.” Stan disappeared toward the front of the shop to help another customer.
    “Can I give you a ride home?” Trey asked.
    Yes. That was all she wanted to do. Go home, take a hot bath, and go to sleep—for a year. But she pictured the stack of billing statements sitting on her desk that needed to be stuffed and sent out first, and the downstairs toilet, which, due to an unfortunate Play-Doh accident, was in desperate need of a plunging. And when that was all done, and she finally had a chance to sit down, it would be in a big house. All by herself.
    The mere thought had her chest tightening and her palms sweating.
    “Have you ever just not wanted to go home?” The minute the words left her mouth, she felt like a terrible person. She loved her home. She just preferred to be in it when her son was there. Which, according to her watch, was a good two hours away.
    The charm-your-pants-off smile that she’d come to connect with Trey DeLuca faded into something softer, something almost sad. “Story of my life.”
    Not hers. Sara had spent so much time at her mother’s dance studio growing up that home had always felt like a sanctuary. Then when she’d married and had Cooper, home was where she felt the most alive. Lately, though, when it was quiet and empty, it felt more like a coffin, slowly sucking the life out of her.
    “What do you do instead?” she asked.
    “I get lost.” No hesitation, no apologies. Nope, Trey DeLuca spoke those words like he was an expert on the subject.
    “Get lost,” she repeated, trying it out. Even the way the words fell from her lips felt irresponsible and reckless and so incredibly luxurious that she laughed. And that felt exhilarating.
    “In your case though,” he said, looking down at the bill in her hand and giving a low whistle, “I’d say get lost somewhere where I can buy you a drink.”
    God, a drink sounded good. A drink that didn’t come with a built-in straw or dancing fruit on the carton sounded even better. Getting lost with a sexy man who made her laugh sounded exciting and terrifying all at the same time. Exciting because it would be another small step toward moving on with her life, and terrifying because for the first time since Garrett’s death, the thought of moving on without him didn’t rouse the hollow ache that always sat right above her breastbone.
    “What if I told you that I have ninety minutes before I have to be found?” she said.
    He grinned and it was so ridiculously sexy that a jolt of heat went right through her, causing her entire body to tremble. Had she not been so nervous about what that smile meant, or wondering just how lost in him she was willing to get, she may have found the courage to smile back.
    “Sweetheart, I can do a lot with ninety minutes.”

CHAPTER 3
    F irst rule in getting lost,” Trey said, unlocking the door to one of his family’s oldest tasting rooms and flicking on the lights. “No contact with the outside world. If they don’t know where you are, they can’t find you.”
    “Just a sec,” Sara