Ben’s seat. For every bump, she banged her knees into Ben’s back through the cushion. Deliberately? Maybe. She held onto the roll bar and set her teeth against the jolting ride—mad because she’d been chased out by reporters, madder because she had to leave her Mustang, and maddest because she’d had to ride in the same car as Ben. Holy swamp goo! What the hell was she doing in the same vehicle as the man she’d made love to and the man she planned to marry? Sadly, they weren’t the same person. Guilt wadded in the back of her throat like an old sock. Could her life be any more difficult? Eric craned around to look at her, his boy-next-door face and sincere smile making her feel more like a heel by the minute. “Darling, would you like to join me for lunch?” Panic filled her belly with butterflies. She couldn’t be in the same room alone with Eric. Not after last night. Surely her face would give her away, or she’d say something equally revealing.
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