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turned away to hide his grin at her sudden interest. He’d never met a woman who didn’t like to shop sometimes. From behind the bike he picked up the bucket of cleaning supplies and brought them outside.
    ‘We have to clean it up first.’
    Robyn stared at the cleaning stuff Dakota unloaded from the bucket. ‘I don’t clean .’
    ‘Then you don’t shop.’
    He stared at her, the smile gone from his face. Underneath that smooth charm was a rugged determination to get his own way that rivaled her own. But she did need to shop, even if only for new panties. He picked up the now empty bucket and rolled up his sleeves.
    ‘I’ll get some water from the gas station. Why don’t you start by dusting the chrome?’
    He turned his back on her and sauntered across to the gas station. Robyn shaded her eyes against the sun and glared after him. Clean the bike? What would he ask her to do next, his laundry? Fuck that. With a martyred sigh she picked up a duster and flicked it over the handlebars of the bike.
    Who would’ve thought Dakota would own such a flashy yellow bike? It looked expensive, and she knew expensive. She’d pictured him on an old broken-down Harley not something so obviously European. She frowned at her distorted expression in the chrome. Yet another inconsistency in that wholesome exterior, yet another façade. Was there anyone left in the world who was exactly what they said they were?
    ‘Move over.’
    She jumped as Dakota crouched down beside her and squirted soap into the bucket of water. He handed her a sponge.
    ‘Don’t clean the seat, just the metal, OK? I’ll start on the other side.’
    She started slow, glancing across at him as he worked, his concentration all on the bike and not her. Sweat collected on her brow and trickled down her face.
    ‘Why don’t you take your coat off?’
    He finally looked across at her and she smiled.
    ‘What if I don’t want to?’
    ‘Then you’ll probably die of heat exhaustion.’ He continued his loving attention to the bike and Robyn pouted.
    ‘That’s good to know.’ She risked another glance at him. ‘Are you going to make me?’
    ‘Take your coat off? Nope, you’re a big girl; you can make up your own mind.’
    ‘So you’d rather I got sick than help me.’
    Silence. She stared at his averted face and sighed loudly, flapping her hand in front of her heated face.
    ‘Oh God, I think I’m going to faint.’
    He stood up so suddenly she overbalanced on to her ass. She held her breath as he stalked around the bike, grabbed her forearms and picked her up.
    ‘Take it off, Robyn.’
    ‘Make me.’
    She opened her eyes wide at him and licked her lips. His gaze followed the small movement of her tongue. With a stifled curse, he started to unbutton her coat, his fingers brushed against her breasts as he fumbled his way down the long line of buttons.
    ‘Shit, why didn’t you say something? Where’s your shirt?’
    ‘In the motel, drying in the shower, why?’
    His gaze remained riveted on her black bra and the swell of her breasts. ‘You can’t stand around in your bra.’
    ‘Why not?’ She shrugged out of her coat and let it fall to the ground. ‘Let’s pretend it’s my bikini top.’
    He swallowed hard. ‘It’s transparent. I can see everything.’
    Robyn made a point of looking around. ‘No one can see us, we’re hidden by the trailer and you’re not interested in me, are you? So what’s the problem?’
    He briefly closed his eyes and stepped away from her. ‘You’re right, there’s no problem. I’m perfectly capable of keeping my hands to myself.’
    Robyn gave him her most gracious smile. ‘I knew that. Now let’s finish the bike so we can go shopping, OK?’
    Dakota turned away to rinse out his washcloth and readjust his uncomfortably tight jeans. The sight of Robyn’s breasts reminded him of her uninhibited display the night before. Her nipples poked right through the flimsy black lace just begging to be touched and