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.Sputtering and gasping for breath, Mel’s feet slipped around in her shoes and it took all her balance to keep herself from landing on her ass.Her arms flailed and when she finally managed to stand straight, she worked to blink the fat droplets from her eyes.She pushed her long, wet hair from her face and looked at the boys hanging out the windows, laughing and pointing as they sped by.Fury raced through her.She wanted to scream, she wanted to hit something, hell, she wanted to throw her bag of tampons at them.Instead, she took a breath and reminded herself that soon enough she’d be away from this place, away from all the snotty rich boys who vacationed at the resort every summer and looked down their noses at her—until they wanted to get into her pants.And eventually they all wanted to get into her pants.She hadn’t met a guy yet who didn’t want to go a round with the town slut.She cursed under her breath and gathered a handful of hair.She squeezed out the excess water, breaking a fingernail in the process.Taking deep, concentrated breaths as a cold shiver wracked her body, she closed her eyes and wiped her face with her palm.When she heard another car approaching, she cringed, wishing she had a place to hide.The last thing she wanted was to get doused again.She inched closer to the embankment when a black Jeep slowed beside her.Keeping her focus on the ground, she tried to hurry to get ahead of it.She gripped the squishy, rubber flip-flops with her toes for traction, yet with each flop, water shot up the back of her legs and she slipped a little more.The engine revved as he caught up to her.“Hey, are you okay?”“I’m fine,” she shot back, keeping her head down and her eyes on her toes.“You don’t look fine.” The familiar eastern accent had her angling her head.She looked at the driver, but wished she hadn’t.Ryeland Montgomery.Hot.Rich.Smart.Tight friends with the guys who’d just soaked her.She saw the iPhone on his dashboard.Perhaps he’d only slowed to get photographic evidence, so they could all laugh about it later.“I’m fine,” she said again.He rolled the passenger window back up and sped ahead.For a second she thought he was going to leave her alone, but then he swerved onto the curb and parked directly in front of her, blocking her path up the hill.The next thing she knew he was climbing out of the driver’s seat and walking toward her with that sexy, confident swagger of his, one that drove all the girls crazy, vacationers and locals alike.Correction, not all the girls.She wasn’t about to be drawn in by his charming smile and good looks.Even if she wanted a boyfriend—which she didn’t—she certainly wouldn’t fall for a guy like him, one who left a string of broken hearts behind each summer when he returned east, to a lifestyle that happened to be the polar opposite of hers.Not that she was judging.She wasn’t.What he did and how he lived his life was none of her business.Pewter-flecked eyes that reminded her of the silver spoon he’d been born with raked her over, going from the top of her sodden head to the toes curled into the soles of her mushy flip-flops.Those odd-colored irises slowly made their way back up again, and when his pupils dilated despite the lack of sunshine, Mel became fully aware of the way her shirt clung like a second skin, showcasing her ample cleavage and hard nipples—compliments of the cold puddle water.Oddly enough, his eyes didn’t linger on her breasts, although she couldn’t understand why, considering he was a guy and all.He raked his hands through thick, dark hair, his glance moving over her face before settling on her eyes.“You’re soaked.”“Way to state the obvious,” she huffed out.“I guess you really are as smart as they say.”The corner of his mouth twitched.“Uh, did I do something to piss you off?”“Look, I was already running late for work when your friends thought they’d get their kicks by soaking me, so I don’t have time for this, okay?”Something dark moved over his face, but she wasn’t about to take the time to examine it, not when the clock was ticking and her job was on the line.Instead, she pushed past him but he touched her arm to spin her back around.She flinched, and every muscle in her body tensed, ready to put her self-defense classes to work.Shifting her stance, she prepared to fight, recalling the last man who’d tried to touch her without her permission
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