Julia stiffened away from the pickup she'd been leaning against. Caleb had appeared at her shoulder from out of nowhere. She'd have sworn he was yards away moments ago, conferring with Dan, his second-in-command. Her position against the truck had been chosen deliberately with that in mind. She never should have let him touch her. The memory of his hand on her body left her edgy and tense. "Good afternoon, Caleb." "So formal?" He teased. "After what we've been to each other?" "I think that's better forgotten," Julia asserted firmly, not meeting his gaze. "I thought you'd say that, but I've still got the bruises," his face contorted in mock pain as he shifted his weight. Julia's eyes unwillingly fixed on his firm derriere. "Don't be ridiculous," she retorted. "That little tap didn't hurt any more than your pride." "Is that where a man's pride is located, anatomically speaking?" He propped one arm against the pickup truck, obviously enjoying himself.
