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At the time, I'd figured it was some sort of joke, or more likely a punishment for all the trouble I'd caused with Darbie and her friend.

Now, I wasn't so sure.

Tomorrow, I decided, I'd simply ask him.

Oh sure, he might not answer, but it was worth a try, right?

Chapter 37

Becka

I looked to Jack and said, "I saw the strangest news item yesterday."

We were in the rental car, driving to the book-signing. Jack was behind the wheel, navigating the quiet country road while I drove myself crazy in the passenger's seat.

Crazy with curiosity, that is.

In fact, I was stewing in it.

With his gaze trained on the road, Jack replied, "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," I said, and then waited. When he said nothing more, I asked, "Don't you want to know what?"

"Probably not." He gave me a sideways glance. "But you're gonna tell me regardless."

I tried for a scoff. "You don't know that."

The corners of his mouth lifted. "Yeah I do."

With a sound of frustration, I turned once again to face the front.Fine.If he didn't want to know, I wasn't going to tell him.In fact, I wasn't going to say anything at all, not unless he spoke first.

Already, I'd thanked him for the book, so really there was nothing Ihadto say, assuming the rest of the drive would remain wordless.

My silence lasted for less than a mile before I heard myself ask, "So, were the hotels in Redville booked or something?"

"No."

I felt my brow wrinkle in confusion.I didn't get it.The book-signing – scheduled at a local book store in a neighboring town – was an hour away from our hotel.

I asked, "So, why are we staying so far away?"

"What, you don't like the drive?"

Actually, the drive was lovely. The road was smooth, and the traffic was light. Around us, the country was green with rolling hills. Plus, I was sitting with Jack Ward, the most interesting person I'd ever met.

In the big scheme of things, I had nothing to complain about. "That's not it," I said. "I'm just curious, that's all."

"You? No kidding?"

He looked so darned sure of himself – and so insanely sexy – that I wanted to toss something at him.Like my panties.But that would be entirely unprofessional, so I contented myself with saying, "I know you're teasing me."

"Good."

"Why is that good?"

"It saves me the trouble of explaining."

"Explaining what?" I said. "That you're giving me a hard time? I can figurethatout for myself."