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thing to do. Did you know I was stranded in a dark parking lot miles from home, cold, hungry, alone? Anything could have happened to me. I could have been kidnapped or raped.” When he didn’t respond she added, “Aren’t you the least bit sorry?”
    “Sure I am,” he answered slowly, his voice lacking its previously icy edge. He lifted his arm to comb his fingers through his hair. The motion made all kinds of muscles bunch and flex. It was a yummy sight even if she was trying not to notice. “But didn’t you know?”
    “Know what? Of course I didn’t know it was going to be towed. How would I?”
    “I left several messages on your machine last night. You didn’t call me back this afternoon, so I assumed you were prepared.”
    The fight left her in a loud huff. “Oh. The machine. I didn’t think to check messages this morning.”
    “Come inside before someone calls the police thinking there’s a problem.” He caught her hand and pulled her inside, and while she should have been ohhhing and awwwwing at his incredible foyer, all she could do was stare into two impossibly deep, dark eyes and enjoy the buzz of instant arousal his innocent touch sparked.
    “Did you say you’re hungry?” he asked.
    “Among other things,” she heard herself answer.
    “Come on. I’ll get you something to eat. What’re you in the mood for? The usual? I had a dinner party last night. Have some leftovers.”
    Her hand in his, and feeling vaguely like she was floating above the ground rather than treading upon it, she followed him down the hall toward the kitchen, asking, “What’s the usual?”
    “What do you mean?” Reaching for the refrigerator, he glanced over his shoulder.
    She shrugged. “Just making small talk, I guess.”
    “You’re acting weird tonight.”
    “I am? How? I’ve hardly spoken.”
    “Well, that for one. And…I don’t know. Besides the food thing, something’s different.”
    “Well, I did just suffer a scare from finding my car on the back of a flatbed truck, walking several miles to a gas station and then risking my life in Mabel’s car to get here. That might have something to do with it.”
    “Mabel’s car? How’d you end up with her?”
    “Bumped into her at a gas station.”
    “What was she doing at a gas station? Her tank’s full. I filled it this afternoon.”
    She shrugged. “I don’t know. She didn’t carry anything out of the store, at least not that I saw.”
    He pulled out a plate covered with foil and set it on the counter. “Are you thirsty?”
    “Yes. Do you have any diet cola?”
    “Diet cola?” He slowly turned and studied her with narrowed eyes again. “Looks like you, and sounds like you…but it can’t be you. Do you have an identical twin?”
    “No, why?” Trying to appear casual, she lifted the foil from the plate to get a peek at the food. It didn’t look appealing at all—kinda resembled slimy fish parts with green unmentionables, like something she’d seen those poor schmucks eat on Fear Factor—but she didn’t want to seem ungrateful. “Oh, this looks fabulous,” she lied.
    “I have an Evian. Will that do for now?”
    Wow, the fancy water. I’ve never tried that . “Sure. Thanks.”
    He pulled out a chilled bottle and handed it to her then unwrapped the plate and carried it to the snack bar at the end of the natural stone counter. “Enjoy. I’ll be back in a minute.”
    She plopped on a swivel stool, spinning around to face him. “Where are you going?”
    “Be right back.” He patted her hand like she was a little insecure kid—which she was not, thank you very much—and left the kitchen, leaving her to investigate the clammy food on her plate. Evidently it was either meant to be eaten cold or she didn’t rate the extra time it took to heat it in the microwave.
    Figuring explanation number one sounded the most reasonable, since he had bothered feeding her in the first place—after all what was another couple of minutes—she lifted