Here Comes Trouble. Leslie Kelly

      The Max Taylor kind of bad boy.

      Or was he?

      Could he really be as bad as all that if he liked to volunteer his spare time working to repair broken-down relics like the Kiddie World carousel? Or exchanging kindly barbs with a sweet, funny old man who told the most wonderful stories of deserts and pirates, harems and spies?

      It was hard to dislike Max Taylor when Sabrina already adored his wonderfully vibrant grandfather. She’d never—ever—have imagined liking anyone with that title. But Mortimer Potts still made her smile, just picturing him pouring their tea as they’d sat in his colorful tent, chatting about the weather in Borneo and the dangers of the Asian trade routes.

      Max had been there, too. Being friendly…and nothing else, despite her best flirting efforts.

      That’s how he’d been the entire time. Nothing but helpful and nonaggressive with a woman who had practically thrown herself at him.

      “I didn’t really throw myself at him,” she whispered, wishing the bed wasn’t as lumpy as a bag of rocks.

      Liar. That movie invitation thing had definitely been throwing herself.

      But that was the whole point, the reason she was here in the first place. Talk about stepping outside the safety zone—the one she’d erected around herself once it had become clear that she had to be the responsible adult who handled Allie’s situation. This entire trip was definitely not safe.

      Sabrina had come to Trouble to entice Max Taylor into proving his wicked reputation. No, she hadn’t gotten off to the best start, but she had to hand it to herself, she’d recovered rather quickly from the shock of finding out the nice, boy-next-door mechanic was in fact her targeted sex fiend.

      Once he’d confirmed his identity, Sabrina had gone into action. She’d thrown off her surprise, pasted on a sultry look and gone all come-hither.

      And he’d nearly come and hithered.

      The flash of interest in his sparkling green eyes had been unmistakable when she’d given him the kind of look any man would understand. Though he’d quickly squelched it, she’d seen the answering heat.