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running on Jenna’s willpower alone.
    Micah one-handed the steering wheel and scrubbed a hand down his face, keeping his gaze locked on the taillights of Jenna’s Sentra. No way would he lose sight of her now, not when they were driving through the Cahuenga Pass heading toward Van Nuys.
    Fuck, the sweetest woman he’d ever met called the porn capital of the world home.
    When she’d mentioned where she lived, he’d wanted to pick her up, tuck her into his car and take her to his place. She’d be safe there. He had plenty of space and an extra car in the lower garage he never drove. She could borrow it whenever she liked. Hell, she could have it, since it was just gathering dust.
    What the hell had gotten into him? He was losing his damn mind, ready to give her a car and beg her to move in with him before they’d even gone on a date. He needed to be cautious in case she wasn’t what she appeared to be. So he’d take baby steps. Spend time with her. Get to know what made her tick. What made her smile. Then he’d kiss those smiling lips. Make love to her. Talk to her some more. Make love to her again. Repeatedly.
    Yeah, nothing wrong with that plan at all.
    He followed her off the freeway at Sherman Way and headed north on Sepulveda Boulevard. He hadn’t been in this area of Los Angeles since he was a kid and his crazy uncle took him cruising on Van Nuys Boulevard. But that had to have been twenty, twenty-five years ago now. Since then, cruising had been made illegal due to all the gang violence. Why in the world was she living here?
    Every apartment complex had a sign out front advertising cheap rates, move-in deals, claiming luxurious units. Since when were bars on the windows luxuries? Maybe her place wasn’t as bad.
    Oh hell, it was.
    She pulled through the back gate of a stucco fake-Tudor complex, and Micah swallowed hard. This was all she could afford? Now he really felt like an ass for only tipping a Benji. He should’ve contributed several so she wouldn’t have to live in this dump any longer.
    The first few spaces were taken by cars that looked worse than hers. A group of guys were gathered around the rust buckets, adding to the large pile of beer cans on the hood of one of the vehicles. Couches and mattresses leaned against the two dumpsters beyond. Jenna parked under the carport and pointed toward an empty spot farther down.
    His Silverado was too big, but he pulled in up to a rusted washing machine that had been dented by a few bumpers and smashed against the cinderblock wall. This was Jenna’s home sweet home?
    Jenna was already next to his truck by the time he turned off the engine and climbed out. “Visitors are supposed to park on the street, but this spot’s been vacant since I moved in last month and your truck is too nice. I wouldn’t want anyone messing with it while you’re here.”
    Only one light shone in the parking lot, and it was far enough away that they were cloaked in shadows. His ride was insured, though, and wasn’t what he was worried about.
    “Can I walk you to your door?” Like hell he’d let her walk there alone. He wouldn’t leave until he knew she was inside her place, door locked, bolted, chained and even then he wasn’t sure he’d be going anywhere.
    She studied him as though she was considering the pros and cons of his question, only to finally answer, “Sure…if you promise to kiss me when we get there.”
    Everything she said and did charmed him a little more. In the middle of this rundown heap, she brightened the world.
    He tucked a strand of flyaway hair behind her ear. “You drive a hard bargain.”
    “I know, right? It’s in my blood. When I want something, I go after it with both hands…and lips.” She put those lips to work with a wide grin.
    Christ, did she understand the effect she had on him? The things he wanted to do with that mouth, that body. He wanted to see those lips stretch around his dick, listen to her throaty moans as he made love to her