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Having stocked up on groceries and other essential items, I began the trip to my new home a few miles
outside town. I hadn’t gone far when I realized by the thudding and the way the SUV was handling that I
had a flat tire. Brand-new vehicle. Great.

I pulled off to the side of the road and got out to assess the damage. The tire was most definitely flat—
probably from a nail near the house. I would need to speak with the contractor about cleaning up the area
directly around the house and remember not to park too close to the site. Lucky for me, I’d stowed the
shopping bags in the backseat. Getting the spare tire out of the wheel well should be a cinch. I turned on
the hazard lights and popped the back hatch.
A few minutes later, I had the jack in place and was struggling to loosen the tire bolts. They were on tight,
as they should be, but it made it harder for an average woman to change the tire. There had to be an easier
way. This was too much like work.
I was standing up after having taken off the last bolt when a white SUV pulled in behind me with a man
inside. Help was here. He walked up, and the first thing I noticed was his dark eyes. They were the most
beautiful shade of brown I’d ever seen on a man. Scorching. Then he put on a pair of sunglasses. Still, he
was handsome, with his matching dark brown, shoulder-length hair, peppered with gray. He was tall and
lanky and appeared quite buff. Judging by the tan he was sporting, he might work outdoors.
“Need some help?” he asked in a gravelly voice.
“Yes, please.” I nodded, not knowing if I could speak coherently if he asked me anything more. My heart
was in my throat, and gooseflesh covered me. How could I be so instantly attracted to someone?
“I see you’ve done the hard part. I’ll pull this tire off and get you back on the road in a few minutes.”
I nodded again.
I watched him as he pulled off the flat and looked it over before grabbing the spare from the back. He had
to be at least six foot three, and he even walked sexy.
“Looks like you ran over a nail. Need to stay out of construction sites.”
He bent over and picked up one of the lug nuts. The view of his tight ass in those formfitting jeans was
heaven. I wondered if he was married. I hadn’t noticed a wedding ring. Hell, that didn’t mean a thing
these days.
A few minutes later, he was finished and everything was stowed back in my vehicle.
He straightened and dusted off his hands before he held one out to me. “I’m Linc, by the way. If you need
someone to fix your flat, go see Dwight. Tell him I sent you, and he’ll make sure to get it repaired
quickly.”
“Thank you, Linc. I’m Audrey,” I replied, shaking his hand and hoping I wouldn’t tie my tongue in knots.
“What do I owe you?”
“Not a thing.” He grinned. Perfect smile. Perfect man. “You have a nice rest of your day, and remember
what I said. Stay away from those construction sites.”
“I’ll try. Thank you again.”
“My pleasure, Audrey.”
I watched that fine ass as he walked back to his SUV. Damn, I certainly hoped he lived nearby. If he was
any indication of what the men looked like around here, I didn’t see myself leaving any time soon.