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out where his shirt rode up, and she averted her gaze.
    “You’ll survive,” he said, dropping his hands to his sides.
    He slammed the door shut, and Lilly watched his perfect backside, encased in snug denim, waltz into the truck stop.
    Damn that ass. No . Damn her and her weak willpower for being unable to stop salivating over it.
    She whacked the visor back into place and groaned. She had to stop letting him get to her. She was allowing him to win. That wasn’t an option.
    She hopped out onto the parking lot and hurried into the store, ignoring the leering looks from a couple of creeps she passed on the way. Sweet Jesus . If possible, the smell was even worse inside. She hurried to the counter and wanted to weep at the menu hanging from the ceiling. Frog legs. Double bacon cheeseburger. Shredded pork sliders . Her stomach rolled and she clutched her abdomen, trying not to envision Babe being fried up and served on a paper plate. She loved living in the South, but some things a vegetarian just never got used to.
    “Can I help you, darlin’?”
    She turned to the cashier, who had a gravelly smoker’s voice and a name tag that read Doris . “Yes, where is your restroom, please?”
    Doris dug for something under the counter and came back up holding a key…with a dingy, chipped, toilet seat attached to it with a chain.
    “ What is that?”
    “The key.” Doris dropped the toilet seat–key combo onto the counter and sighed. “Bathroom’s outside, around the side of the building.”
    Lilly stared at the toilet seat in disgust. “Can you take the toilet seat off?”
    “It’s a safety measure,” Doris said evenly. “Take it or leave it.”
    “Do I look like someone who would steal your disgusting bathroom key?”
    The cashier shrugged, and Nate reached over Lilly’s shoulder, grabbing the key. “She’ll take it. Thanks.”
    Lilly spun around, nearly colliding with his broad chest, and glared up at him. He dangled the key in front of her and scowled.
    She snatched it out of his hand and scowled right back. “I was handling it.”
    “You were being a prissy brat,” he reprimanded her. “Haven’t you ever been in a truck stop?”
    She stepped out of the line of people who were starting to stare at them. “No.”
    He followed her out the door into the misting rain. “How is that possible?”
    “I’ve never traveled,” she said. “Didn’t do a lot of family road trips when I was a kid.”
    She rounded the corner of the dilapidated building and groaned when she spotted the bathroom. Was he really going to follow her all the way to the door? She turned on him and he stopped, a curious expression on his face.
    “You’re telling me you’ve never been out of the state of North Carolina before?” he asked. “Not even once?”
    “Not even once, Soldier Boy.”
    He slammed his hand against the door to keep her from shutting it, and his nostrils flared.
    “Isn’t there anything else you could call me other than that stupid, fucking nickname?”
    She reached up and patted his cheek when he scowled. “Oh, honey. You really don’t want to hear the other names I have for you.”
    She removed his hand, then slammed the bathroom door in his face and turned to catalog the tiny room. Questionable-looking toilet, broken mirror, out-of-order condom machine, and an empty paper towel holder. Dear God . It was even worse than she’d expected. She inspected the menagerie of phone numbers and perverse messages scrawled across the walls and an idea began to form.
    If Nate wanted to play dirty, she was game. This was war, after all. She dug a pen out of her purse and scrawled Nate’s number across the wall under her carefully composed ad.
    Burly truckers looking for a fine piece of man meat and a good time call Nate .
    Satisfied with her handiwork, she conducted the rest of her business and escaped the bathroom as quickly as possible. She went back inside the diner and tossed the key onto the counter.
    “See? The