Was it possible? Prudent, certainly not. He lived in Texas and was constantly on the go with an off-road racing team. But possible? Lifting my head from his shoulder, I found him gazing fixedly at me. His grin was that one-cornered lazy one, and in his eyes I saw a mixture of tenderness and dark passion, those contradictory emotions that continued to stir something inside me, and which gave me the answer I’d been searching for—yes. Yes, I could fall for a guy I’d only known for one eventful day and several hours into one sinful night. Mystery solved there, I had to pose another question to myself—was this wise? I suspected the smart thing to do was climb off the hunky mechanic, gather up my clothes and return to my hotel room. Alone. If I was already drowning in bliss, wouldn’t I get trapped in the undertow if I stayed any longer? Breaking the powerful connection between us was inevitable. It wasn’t as though we were going to see each other again, right? We lived in two completely different worlds and had completely different interests.
