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lolled to the side to give him better access.
    “Feel better?”
    “Yes—but please don’t stop.” Not yet . The next sound from her mouth was more of a moan, and she blushed. Sounded as though she was turned on, but truly she just loved what his hands were doing. Her nipples hardened, and she was thankful he couldn’t see them. Maybe she needed to put an end to this.
    Soon.
    “You’re very good with your hands.” Her voice sounded a little husky now, too.
    “My wife used to enjoy massages, too.”
    She patted his hand to stop him. Dear God, she was getting turned on by a married man. No wife would be this understanding of a man’s loyalty to his military buddies.
    “Isn’t she going to miss you if you spend too much time here with me?”
    His hands stopped. “No. She left me years ago. We’re divorced.”
    Megan swiveled around in the chair, breaking the contact with his hands. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.”
    She saw the hurt in his eyes, but he tried to shrug it off. “You didn’t pry. I wouldn’t respect you much if you didn’t ask about her when you thought I was married.” His gaze dropped to her chest, and her face grew hot. He could see her nipples and had to know the effect his hands had on her.
    Being a gentleman, he quickly met her gaze again. “Unfortunately, I couldn’t give her back the man she married after I returned from my last deployment.” He shrugged. “It happens.”
    She nodded. “I know Patrick couldn’t make it work with his old girlfriend after he came home either. I guess a lot of relationships are casualties of long and multiple deployments. How many times were you sent over there?”
    “Three since 9/11, but I also served in Kosovo in ninety-nine. That’s where I first met your brother.”
    “Were you planning on a career in the Corps?”
    “Initially, but missed it by a long shot. Didn’t reenlist after Fallujah. Eight years was plenty.”
    “Well, thank you for the many years you served. I know I couldn’t have made it eight minutes.” A silence ensued that told her that this conversation was over. “I guess I’d better lock this computer in Patrick’s safe and get ready if we’re going to ride tonight.”
    She heard the relief in his voice that she’d changed the subject. “Sure thing. I’ll wait for you in the garage.”
    “Be there in ten minutes.”

Chapter Five

    R yder’s HD Road King was in top-notch condition, but he needed to keep his hands busy, so he tinkered with the engine while he waited for her. What the fuck was he thinking to give her a massage like that? Touching her had him firing on cylinders long blocked. Good thing he didn’t explode.
    The sight of her hard nipples nearly caused him to turn tail and run so she wouldn’t notice his hard-on. Thank God she turned away first.
    He didn’t know how old she was, but she couldn’t be much more than twenty-five. Hell, he’d be thirty-eight in a couple of months. What the fuck was he doing getting turned on by someone so young and innocent?
    Worse yet, how could he turn her on? He was a fucked-up Marine.
    This ride was a bad idea on so many fronts. He probably should just tell her there was something wrong with his bike and escape from having her sweet body plastered against his for the ride up to Gilman Tunnels he had planned for them.
    It would be just his luck, though, that she’d pull out her tool box and fix it. He wouldn’t put it past the woman to know how.
    When she entered the garage, he didn’t make eye contact with her. While he continued to inspect his bike for the ride, she walked over to the shelf in the corner.
    Next thing he knew, she stood next to him in black leather pants and boots with her patriotic helmet, emblazoned with the American flag and a bald eagle, held against her hip by her wrist. As his gaze roamed up her body, he saw what appeared to be a tank top peeking out from a leather jacket.
    He moved quickly past her chest to meet her gaze.