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obviously don’t know my look, because the knee’s fine.”
    “Really?” She jiggled up and down, causing her breasts to bounce too.
    He glanced away. “Yeah, it’s looser today. Not as stiff.”
    “Must be the turmeric working its magic.” She reached over and closed her fingers around his knee. Extreme heat rocketed up his thigh, and his cock stirred. He pushed her hand away gently, not wanting to cause a fight before they’d even pulled out of the driveway.
    She opened her mouth to say something, but Buck appeared at the driver’s window with a shit-eating grin. “You ready, Ridge?”
    “Ready as ever. Eager to get on the road. Why do we have to caravan anyway?”
    “You know it’s for the cameras. So they can zoom in on your scowl before you flip them the finger.”
    He did so now, his middle finger touching Buck’s nose. He slapped his hand away and tapped the side of the truck. “Safe journey. Don’t get any speeding tickets.” He looked past Ridge to Kashley and waggled his brows at her.
    Before Buck had taken a step away from the truck, Ridge said, “What the hell was that?”
    Buck gave him a crooked smile. “Nothing. Just a little code for Kashley.”
    Ridge swung her direction, and she wore a pretty blush over her high cheekbones. Her blue and brown eyes sparkled, though. “Is this true?” he asked her.
    “Maybe.”
    “Dammit, you’re telling me everything before we even get out of Tulsa. Get your seatbelt on, because it’s gonna take us two-point-three minutes.” He turned the key, revved the engine and stepped on the gas.
    She squeaked as the truck launched down the driveway. “Why don’t you have a holy shit handle, Ridge?” She flailed around to find something to grip.
    “Got ripped off.”
    “By whom!”
    “Wynonna. She didn’t like my driving, and you know she’s strong as a bull.” He reached over and yanked her seatbelt, tightening it across her chest. Kashley’s breasts bounced as they careened down the gravel driveway and made a right turn onto the highway.
    “Slow down now,” she said.
    “Not until you tell me what Buck was doing with that eyebrow code thing.” Shit, she was really bouncing around. Maybe he should slow down. Her breasts seemed ready to pop from her tank top.
    His jeans shrank a little.
    “I… Ridge!”
    He’d done it—her top had worked down enough that he caught a hint of her bra.
    Red. Satiny.
    Fuck.
    He let off the gas and drifted for a long way before the truck hit a more normal speed.
    “Good thing it’s flat here. Maniac.” She threw him a look that told him that she’d actually enjoyed his antics. Well he’d known that about her, hadn’t he? She was a thrill seeker, always in the most jacked-up trucks with the loudest engines and the biggest tires.
    Was she a thrill seeker in bed too?
    Hell, where had that come from?
    “Spill it, toots.” He leveled his gaze at her.
    “Would you…” She waved at the windshield, which he wasn’t looking out of. He was looking at her. When had she gotten so pretty? And that scent she wore—it reminded him of coconuts and warm sand beneath his feet, the taste of salty ocean on his lips as he walked out of the surf.
    “Ridge!” She snapped her fingers in front of his face, and he turned back to the road. “Thank you.” She snuggled back against the seat and finally realized her top had worked down. He tried not to groan as she adjusted herself, tucking that hot red satin away.
    “Kash, my boot is poised over this gas pedal. Tell me right now what you and Buck are up to.” His warning came out with more heat than he intended—but some of it was due to the blood accumulating in his groin. He had little control over his vocal cords.
    “Buck’s worried about you,” she began.
    He threw his head back and laughed. “Buck’s worried about the books for the ranch, the number of calves that will earn for us this season and supporting his next bun in the oven. He doesn’t care about