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He didn't know she was foreign.  Hot.

His danger senses should have been tingling as she came forward eagerly.  Normally girls like this didn't fall for his lines, but Zane's brain had obviously jumped out of the car at the last turn and hidden in the ditch.  Something else had it's foot on the pedal now and it was revving hard.

The lick of her teeth, the move of her hips.  Zane was entranced.  He'd already forgotten he'd crossed a boundary to get here.  Simple.  If you don't think it, then you aren't, and I never sell myself short.  His look grew more cocksure, and he took a step forward too, risking meeting her eyes with a look.  So, babe, am I right, or am I right?  His voice lowered with a slight brrl to it.  He used to be worse at this, but with age came experience (if not wisdom yet).  Who knew if that second would ever grace him with its presence.