Miguel was surprised at the position of things.

Her Jeep was sideways, half on the road, half off. She knelt behind one of the rear tires, and was peering underneath the car.

At the sound of his car pulling alongside hers, she glanced up, then stood.Brushing off her hands, she stuck them into the front pockets of her jeans.

Her pink cotton T-shirt was smudged with dust across her breasts, and he struggled to keep his eyes on her face.

How much he'd missed that body he couldn't wait to devour on bed.

She watched him approach, her manner contrite, almost demure, a side of her he hadn't seen before....