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  “A peek?” He kept his gaze steady on her eyes since he’d already gotten a good look at her big tits.

  “The truck.” She laughed and reached over, squeezing his arm. “I don’t know what’s wrong with this ol’ thing, but I need it to stay on the road to get back and forth. I can’t afford another vehicle, not right now. I’m saving up for braces for the kid.” She leaned on her elbows and her breasts pushed upward until he swore they’d pop out. His neck warmed, and not in a good way. He’d known her for as long as he could remember, and he respected the fact that she was a single mother, and he’d always thought she had a body that could make men sweat.

  He dragged his gaze away from her deep cleavage, fully recognizing that nothing happened below the waist—not even one, god-forsaken twitch. Damn, it figured!

  After this morning, Ruby telling him they shouldn’t see each other again, he’d been in a pissed mood. Thinking about it now made his head throb.

  He was a ruined man, that’s what he was indeed. Hell, he was over-the-top, insanely smitten with a woman who didn’t give a hoot for him, except for his cock, of course. Oh yeah, she liked that part of him and did a good job of proving it night after night. She could do things he’d only dreamed about. Just last night she showed him a new move that had made him hotter than a rooster on a tin roof. Then she walked away.

  Fact was, he wanted more of Ruby Stone…

  His grip slipped on the screwdriver and his knuckles smacked against the engine. “Fuck!” He dropped the tool. “Sorry for the language.” He shot Diane a look of apology.

  “Oh, poor baby. Let nurse Diane take a look.” She rounded to where he stood and took his hand into her palm. She didn’t even seem to mind that he had a layer of grease covering his knuckles as she lifted it to inspect. “I didn’t realize how big and strong your hands are, Jobe. And you know what they say about large hands, don’t you?”

  “No clue.” He noticed how her lashes fluttered across her cheeks.

  “A man with big hands also has a big…” She lowered her gaze to his belt pushing home the meaning of her words.

  Shit! “It ain’t broken or bleeding.” He pulled his hand back and bent to retrieve the screwdriver. He wasn’t an expert when it came to women, but damn, if Diane wasn’t flirting then he needed his head checked. He wasn’t the least bit interested and it had nothing to do with his parts not functioning.

  They not only operated above standard, but he deserved a trophy or a medal.

  Since Ruby arrived, he’d been using ice packs and cream to help with the dick chafing. He couldn’t get enough, even when he tried—and oh brother had he tried. Her sweet body was an aphrodisiac and he couldn’t resist sinking his body deep. She was trouble and he’d need a twelve-step plan once she left.

  “I hope that smile means my truck will live to see the road again,” Diane said with a tone that scraped his nerves.

  He hadn’t realized he was grinning, but come to think of it, he hadn’t really stopped since he met Ruby. From the time she’d tripped and fallen into his arms at his brother DJ’s wedding and they ended up in his bed, Jobe had been nothin’ but a drooling fool. “I’ll need a few more minutes.”

  “Take your time, handsome. In the meantime, do you mind if I use the little boy’s room?”

  “Sure, go ahead. Shake the handle when you flush.” He continued to stare into the engine, realizing something didn’t look right—or rather, nothing looked wrong. He found it could use an oil change, sure, but Diane told him it stopped on her earlier. Smirking, he stepped back and shook his head.

  Slamming the hood closed, he wiped his hands off on a dirty rag and went inside just as Diane was coming back into the livingroom. “Done already?” she asked.

  “Sorry, Diane. I hate to break the news to you, but I think she needs a new engine.”

  Her eyes widened as her tongue slipped out to moisten her crimson bottom lip. “Oh damn. That sounds serious.” Her tan paled to a shade of gray.

  “About as serious as it can get.” He’d let her believe the worst for a few more minutes.

  “I-I…”

  “Came all the way out here for nothing? Why, Diane?” He dragged off his hat and laid it on the table. “If you’re here to see DJ, well, you know he and Pearl are—”

  “Oh, honey, that ship has sailed.” She chuckled.

  “Then what?”

  Several expressions flickered across her face before she blew out a long breath and shrugged one shoulder. The spaghetti strap of her cami slipped down. “Okay, you caught me. No reason to lie.”

  “I’m not following you.” Damn, he just needed her to quit screwing around. He had other things to do today.

  Diane sashayed toward him, firm hips swaying with a cause, until her boots touched the tips of his. He got a whiff of nice perfume, but nothing like Ruby’s scent of cotton candy that drove him wild. “I have a confession. I’m wondering why you and I, well, never took things to the next level. Last time I saw you at the bar you seemed pretty interested.”

  He blinked. Was she serious? He hadn’t been out in months and could barely remember the night she referred to. “Top reason, you had a fling with DJ. There are two things my brothers and I never share. Food and women.” Diane could make a man want naughty things, but Jobe had never felt much in the way of stirring behind the zipper when it came to her. “We ain’t that kind of family, honey.”

  “That shouldn’t stop you. After all,” she saddled up closer, walking her fingers down the buttons of his shirt, “DJ and I only had a short fling, but you, I could see things taking an upward curve. I don’t think you realized this, but you were always my favorite Walters boy.” Her eyes twinkled and her nipples pebbled against the material of her shirt.

  “Does this have anything to do with the fact that I’m the only unmarried Walters?”

  She giggled. “Of course not.”

  Damn if this wasn’t a left fielder. Diane had a reputation of going through men like tap water. He’d always guessed she was looking for a good father for her young son. Hell, she was kind enough, certainly good looking enough, and probably could have most men she wanted, and had, but he just wouldn’t go there himself. The only woman he could think of was a petite brunette with the most voluptuous curves, ones he enjoyed molding his hands around every chance he got. “I’m flattered—real flattered indeed—but I got to be honest. As sweet as it sounds, I’m not your cowboy.”

  “We could change that.” She stood on tiptoes, wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his. Her firm, full breasts pushed against his chest and all he could do was compare them to Ruby’s lovely breasts with the prettiest pink nipples he’d ever laid his eyes and lips on.

  Diane crushed her lips to his and he didn’t pull away right then. He parted her mouth with his tongue, telling his mind to stop overthinking and his dick to respond. Nothing. Maybe he needed to put his back into it. He reached up and squeezed her breast. She moaned and arched her back, ready and willing…but it wasn’t happening for him. Guilt slammed through him. Why? Ruby blew him off like yesterday’s news. But he wasn’t in the mood for a vindictive lay.

  He pulled his chin up. “I’m afraid even if I tried, I couldn’t,” he said.

  “Is there someone else?”

  He rolled the question around in his head until it was well marinated in doubt and truth. There was definitely someone, but she’d made it clear that she’d used him up real good and would be hitting the road back to where she came from.

  It didn’t matter. What if she didn’t mean a word of it? He’d go along for the ride even if it ended in his heart being ripped from his chest.

  Diane gyrated her hips against his, and his dick lay flaccid in his boxers like a turtle in its shell.

  Fuck! He was a goner.

  And with that juicy detail, he took a step back and broke Diane’s locked hands and they fell to her sides. “Sorry, darlin’.” He tore a hand though his hair. “Not going to happen toda
y, tomorrow, or ever.”

  “I guess there’s no changing your mind.”

  “Not a chance.”

  He guessed he needed to brush away his pride and tell Ruby the truth. He’d fallen for her.