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saved her? Wearing a black leather jacket and matching helmet, the man remained motionless.  
    She started toward him, and the rider stepped off the bike. If this was her ninja, she’d demand answers after she thanked him. He turned his back to her and then removed the helmet. His fingers wound through shoulder-length black hair, tying the strands together with a piece of leather. There was something vaguely familiar about him. His movements. His shoulders. His hands.
    He turned to face her, and her heart rate hit the ozone.  
    “Hello, Kaycie.”
    Ten years of missing Nate Wolfe boiled over. He was here. Really here. She sprang into his arms, clutched his broad shoulders and leaned into his hard-as-a-rock chest. God, his scent, a mixture of leather, woodsy cologne and virile man washed over her. Damn. Her body betrayed her by melting into him.
    “Nate,” she whispered into his neck. “You saved me.” Her flesh heated when his large hands flexed against the small of her back and drew her closer.
    “Come hell or high water,” he whispered, his warm breath sending heat streaks across her skin.
    A split second passed before memories of his lying tongue using that same phrase so many years ago hit her. A volcano of heartbreak erupted and spewed forth.  
    “Don’t touch me,” she spit the words at him while scrambling out of reach. “And don’t you dare say that to me. Ever.”
    “You hugged me.” His eyes went wide, and he held his hands up in surrender.  
    Damn him and his Cheshire cat grin. Kay plowed her right fist into his jaw. God, pain shot up her arm. His head barely moved. Still, she relished the snap of his teeth. He rubbed his scruffy jaw while that sexy little smile inched right back up his cheeks.
    “Why are you following me?” Her knuckles hurt like hell, but he’d never know.
    “What?” He held his hands in front of him, palms up. “No ‘good to see you, Nate’? No ‘how you been?’ No nothing.”  
    “I’ll try this again, slower. Why. Are. You. Fol—”  
    “We need to talk.” The fun had left his gaze. The sparkle dimmed to seriousness.
    She stepped further away and sent him a glare designed to blister his flesh from head to toe. Unaffected, he picked up the cell phone earpiece she’d knocked off and reattached it to his ear while never taking his navy-blue eyes off her.  
    “No, we don’t. Thank you for saving my life. Now do what you do best. Go away.” She spun on her heel. Rubbing her now-swelling hand, Kay stalked straight to her waiting friend.  
    “You okay?” Holly asked over the top of the car before she slid behind the wheel.
    “If I didn’t break my fist on his cement jaw, I will be.” Kay stabbed her seat belt a second time before fastening it properly. She cursed the tears welling. Cursed the feel his warm body imprinted on her breasts. Cursed the memories that sent her heart spinning.  
    Holly dropped her .380 in her purse.
    “Did you take that into church this morning?”  
    “Hell yeah. God knows I carry. And the law gave me a permit. Glad I had it, because I didn’t know what the hell was going down when you hit him. Who’s the hunk?”
    “Nate Wolfe.”
    “Holy shit. The guy from college?”
    “The same. He’s been watching me. I’m sure of it.”
    “I should’ve shot him.” Holly punched the gas pedal, ignoring the speed bumps.
    “Thanks for having my back. And for getting the concealed carry license.”
    “I’m never without protection. Or a gun.” Holly chuckled at her own joke. “Where to?”
    “Home.”
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    The cemetery wasn’t the place to argue, there’d be plenty of time for that later. Nate threw his leg over the Harley and let Kaycie and her blond friend drive away. Hell or high water had popped out of his mouth. First time in ten years the phrase had crossed his mind. He’d made matters worse by pulling out an old memory. Who knew she’d react violently?  
    Made no difference. Somebody intended her harm, and