She was in the process of slipping on the gloves when the masterful purr of a V-twin engine reached her ears.It drew closer, until the windows of the trailer vibrated.Chris looked out the window with an expression she’d only seen on his face when he stared at his life partner.
“Is that Greg?”Jillian asked.
Chris chuckled.“Are you kidding?He’d never be caught on anything that didn’t have a door.Even driving with a top down makes him uneasy.But you’d better take a long, hard look, Jill, because if you’re serious about those rules you just spouted, you are about to miss out.”
“Who is it?”Jillian adjusted the straps of her gloves as she approached Chris.
“The kind of bad boy you’ve sworn to never, ever date.”
Jillian peered out the window, and her eyes widened.Holy shit!Had she just sworn off men with shiny toys?What a beauty.Her eyes followed the huge Leeds Road King with its two-tone sterling silver and vivid black lines.It was top of the line with custom-made heavy breathers and exhaust pipes.She knew enough stats on the motorcycle to know it had everything a modern rider could possibly want, from GPS navigation and AM-FM stereo to iPod plug-ins and voice recognition for phone calls.What she wouldn’t give to take it for a test drive.
Then her gaze shifted to the owner of the bike as he switched off the engine and stood.
“Fuck!”
“Really, Jillian?I don’t understand how you keep using…”
She tuned him out.Watching the biker dismount sent a thrill through her that had nothing to do with his bike.No sane woman would takethatfor a test drive.Everything about him said he was in charge.He did the driving.
He was big with broad, masculine shoulders under a leather jacket, thighs molded by black jeans and scruffy boots that had seen better days.He removed his helmet and finger-combed his hair.The wavy hair flopped back on his forehead and curled at the base of his neck.
Turn around, please.Pretty please.
She grinned when the man shifted and gave her a side profile.Chiseled jaw line.A two-day-old shadow.Not fair.If only she could see his eyes.Eyes said a lot about a man.His were hidden behind aviator sunglasses.
Jillian sighed, the sound close to a purr.
“Now’s your chance.”
She whipped around and faced Chris.“What?”
“Show me you’re immune to all that.”He indicated the stranger with a wave.
The floor shifted under Jillian.That man out there was too much for her to test her theory on—too big, too masculine, and too gorgeous.Who was he?
Even though they were shooting at a location, the public wasn’t allowed to come this close to the crew’s trailers, which meant he had to be a studio exec.He didn’t look like the type to take orders from anyone, so he couldn’t be an actor.
“Here you go.”Chris handed her goggles and a helmet.
She wrinkled her nose, pushed the goggles up in her hair—though carefully so as not to dislodge her wig—and tucked the helmet under her armpit.The tempo of her heartbeat changed as she started for the door.Her stomach dipped.
“Hurry,” Chris added.“Michaels wants us out there now.We should be in the air in the next thirty minutes.”
“Oh.So no time to test theories,” Jillian said.
“Scared?You?”Chris laughed.“I never thought I’d see the day.”
Me neither.No man was turning her into a coward.No matter how hot he was.
“Okay, Chris.Watch and learn.I’m going to have that gorgeous man eating out of the palm of my hand in ten seconds flat.”
Chris chuckled.“Be careful out there, and remember to focus, stay in control, and don’t be ashamed to ask for help when you’re in trouble.”
Jillian rolled her eyes.“Oh, please.He’s just a man.”
Chris groaned.“I meant skydiving, Jill.He’s already making you forget about work.”His expression became serious.“I won’t be able to give you a pep talk before you jump, so remember everything I’ve taught you.”
Focus, stay in control, and when in trouble improvise…the three rules she lived by.
