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Gage for support, her hands landing on hard abs and steel-like strength. The sudden movement from sitting to standing left her woozy and unsteady, and as pain spiked in her head, she wobbled.
    He caught her against his hard body. “Whoa there, steady now.”
    Beneath her hands and forehead, she felt the rumble of his voice in his chest, felt the comfort of his arms around her. She closed her eyes, rested her forehead against the soft material of his t-shirt, and inhaled the scent of him.
    She wanted to stay right here forever, in his arms, protected and safe from everyone but him. Instead, she pushed back and stepped away. “I’m okay.”
    “No you’re not.”
    The street light behind him kept his features in shadows and she smiled up at him. “It’s probably a good thing you turned down my challenge. Tonight you’d have me flat on my back within seconds without even touching me.”
    And then what would happen?
    Unbidden, the memory of their kiss returned.
    Yeah, she knew of one way to get rid of the panic, but she didn’t think Gage would agree to a bone-melting bout of good sex. As the tempest inside of her swelled, she tried to keep her breathing even. A shiver went through her.
    Gage grabbed her elbow and guided her through the dark. “Cold?”
    She shook her head, instantly regretted it. As they reached the back door, she stepped back and broke their body contact. Yeah, sex with Gage would alleviate all of her tension and fear, at least until tomorrow.
    Beside her, he fiddled with the keys until he found the right one, unlocked the door, and reached inside to snap on a light. “After you.”
    Harley stepped over the threshold. Gage followed her in, shut the door, and turned the deadbolt.
    The lock clicked into place with a finality that isolated them from the rest of the world, and when she glanced at Gage, he had a strange expression on his face. Like he had the sudden urge to breakout, maybe head down to the police station and work an overtime shift.
    Why was he tense around her? Did he really expect her to fall apart, come unglued?
    Instead of bolting from the house as she expected, he flicked on a light switch and brushed past her, turning on lights as he led the way through the house. “Kitchen. Living room. Hallway. Bathroom.”
    She followed him, the guilt of intruding on his space outweighed by the fear of being alone in her house. One night, that’s all she’d stay. Anything more would be an intrusion of his privacy.
    She hooked one finger in the belt loop of his pants and gave a tug, forcing him to turn and face her. Wariness bracketed his eyes, pinched his mouth.
    “Would you mind if I hijacked your shower? I’m hot and sticky.” And she smelled bad, like fear and Henry all rolled into one.
    His gaze flicked over her. Without a word, he escaped into the bathroom where he turned on the light and opened the shower door. The sound of rushing water filled the room. “I’ll let you set the temperature.”
    “Thanks.” Harley stood in the doorway while Gage checked the shampoo bottle and soap.
    “Anything else?”
    She moved into the room and reached around him to check the temperature of the water. “Maybe a t-shirt. Otherwise I’ll have to sleep in my, ah—”
    With a clench of his jaw, he slipped past her and out of the room. When he returned, he hung a shirt on the back of the door, opened the closet door, and reached inside. “You’ll need a towel.”
    No, she wouldn’t, not if he was there to dry her off with his tongue. Man rides his Harley into sunset. Now there was a headline in the making.
    He handed her the towel. “Why is your face all red?”
    Harley clutched the towel to her chest and let out a self-conscious laugh. “I was thinking about your bike and—ah—” A flash of heat washed over her body. “—thinking about how it has the same name as mine. You know. Man rides Harley. Switch out me for the bike.”
    Nothing.
    The man had more control than any other man she’d