Glancing over Jackie’s shoulder, I watched as Dodge walked out of Starbucks and headed to his truck. In a way, my heart was broken just a little that he didn’t come after me.

Men.

They all suck!

My nose was buried in my Kindle app on my cell phone as I walked up the steps to my house. I stopped and finished up the last few sentences to get to the end of the chapter.

“Whatcha reading?”

Jumping, I screamed and my cell phone went flying. Placing my hand over my chest, I dragged in deep breath after deep breath as I tried to calm my beating heart.

“What in the hell is wrong with you? Ohmygod! You asshole. My heart is pounding.”

Dodge stood there leaning against my front door, looking all hot.

Bastard.

“You left before I could talk to you.”

Rolling my eyes, I headed back down the stairs to get my phone. “Well, I assumed you had nothing of importance to talk about. Now, if you have something to say about my divorce, or the possibility of some stranger breaking into my house, I’m all ears. Otherwise, leave.”

Reaching down, I picked up my phone and let out a gasp. “No! No, I just got this iPhone!”

My phone had landed face down on a rock and the whole screen was cracked. Turning, I pointed to Dodge as I gave him my best death stare. “This is your fault!”

Frowning, he pushed off the door. “My fault? How in the hell is this my fault?”

“You scared me, dickhead. That’s how this is your fault.”

Shaking his head, Dodge glared at me. “You do know if you call me that in court, you’re sure to lose the case.”

“Ugh! Oh my gosh! Why are men so . . . so . . . just . . . ugh . . . my god, you’re all just . . . just . . .”

Dodge lifted his eyebrows and leaned in closer like that would make me find the words that were lost.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, I turned and headed to my car. Unlocking it, I got in as Dodge shouted, “Where are you going now?”

Holding up my phone, I yelled, “To fix my phone!”

Placing the keys in the car, I turned and nothing happened. No, please don’t do this to me. You’re a brand new car for Christ’s sake!

Dodge tapped the driver’s side window as I dropped my head back against the headrest. “Go away! You’re like the reverse of a good luck charm!”

Opening the door, Dodge leaned in and got so close to my face, I had to fight like hell not to grab him and kiss him.

He smelled so good. I had to find out what cologne he wore and then spray the hell out of my sheets with it.

I did not just think that.

“Damn, isn’t this car fairly new?” Dodge asked as I smelled the mint from the gum he was chewing.

Fuck. My. Life.

“Yes, Dodge. It’s about six months old. Maybe more, I don’t know.”

“How do you not know? What month did you buy it in?”

Snapping my eyes open, I glared at him. “Fuck if I know right now, Dodge. I can’t think straight! My phone is broke! My kind of newish car is broke! You’re invading my personal space, I need so desperately to get laid and you’re not helping any, and I . . . I . . .”

I am such an idiot. I did not just say that out loud. Did I?

Reaching for my hand, Dodge pulled me out of my car, forcing me to slam into his body.

Breathe, Sierra. Deep breaths . . . in through the nose . . . out through the mouth. Focus. Focus on anything other than the muscular body you’re pressed up against right now. Or the fact that you’re slowing getting lost in the most beautiful blue eyes ever.

Dodge slipped his hand behind my neck as my heart dropped to my stomach. His eyes fell to my lips, causing me to lick them. The moment he whispered, “Fuck,” I wanted to cry out yes! A million butterflies took off in my stomach at the mere idea that Dodge was going to kiss me.

Moving in closer, Dodge brushed his lips across mine and I grabbed onto his arms to steady myself.

“We have to stay focused, Sierra.”

Letting out a whimper that made me sound like a desperate whore, I whispered back, “Focused. I am totally focused, Dodge.”

Just like that, Dodge let go of me and took a few steps back. “I’ll take you to get your phone fixed.”

My head was spinning out of control as my heart broke a little bit more. I wasn’t sure how many more times I would be able to handle Dodge rejecting me. Fighting to hold back the threat of tears, I turned away and headed to my front door. “I’ll get it fixed later, along with the car.”

Dodge grabbed my arm. “Sierra, please wait.”