Wedlocked?!. Pamela Toth

thought as she stared down at his hand—so close—and resisted the ridiculous urge to cover it with her own.

      “Prove it,” he persisted. “Where do you live?”

      For a moment she withstood his gaze, ignoring the intense blue of his eyes and the sweep of his lashes. Did he think she was scared to be alone with him, that she couldn’t resist the great Cole Cassidy? Annoyed, she rattled off directions, knowing as she did that she’d fallen for one of the oldest tricks in the world—blatant manipulation.

      With a faint grin, he straightened and gave the VW a pat. “What do you want to eat?” he asked as she started the engine.

      “It’s your party. You pick.” Without giving him time to reply, she shifted gears and roared off as quickly as her old bug would go.