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She exhaled, relieved at seeing him. “Chase. You scared me.”

“Do you have something to be afraid of, Ms….” He let his voice trail off.

“Miranda Craig,” she offered.

A pretty name, and not one he recognized.

“So what are you doing so far from Chenille, Miranda Craig?” He liked the way her name rolled off his tongue. “Don’t you have unpacking to do? Didn’t the moving van show up?”

“Yes, but I left it for later. I have to go to a party and I’m lost. I’m also late,” she admitted.

The quiver in her lower lip was almost indiscernible but Chase noticed the slight movement. She wasn’t so tough and suave as she tried to pretend. Being lost and late was causing her real distress.

“Where’s the party?” Chase asked, although in the pit of his stomach he already knew the answer.

“The McDaniel Lodge on Lone Pine Lake.”

“Well, you’re almost there.” He couldn’t help himself; the edge of his lip curled upward in a smile.

She crossed her arms and frowned at him, the tilt of her head the only acknowledgment that he was right. “This isn’t funny.”

“I find it that way. Here I am, rescuing you a second time. Where would you be without me?”

“Sane?” she retorted, and Chase let out a roar of laughter.

“Ah, so I drive you crazy already. That’s good to know. I’ll file it away for future reference. So you’re coming to my grandfather’s party?”

“I am. Walter Peters invited me.”

He stopped laughing then. “Walter? Don’t tell me you’re his…Is that how you got a job at McDaniel?”

Miranda glared at him as if he’d lost his mind. “That’s a sick accusation. Absolutely not. Walter’s my boss. We’ve known each other for years. He’s like a father to me, that’s all.”

“Sorry. Just checking,” Chase said, relieved.

Walter Peters and Chase’s grandfather had been friends ever since Leroy had needed a supplier for McDaniel products, and he’d joined forces with Walter and the company he worked for. Each man served on the other’s board of directors, and Leroy and Walter were constantly trading employees who needed promotions or different opportunities.

As for Miranda, Chase liked that she had fire. Most women didn’t fight back. They were too eager to please. Miranda looked as if she’d like to tell him to go to hell. She probably would, if she had any idea how to get to the lodge.

She needed him. That was the only thing giving him the upper hand. For now, he’d take any advantage he could get. She raised his adrenaline more than the thirty miles he’d just clocked.

“Are you going to help me?” she demanded.

Chase nodded. “For a price.”

“You’re crazy. I can just drive back the way I came and ask directions in town.”

“No, no.” All of Chase’s senses had heightened. The ride had made him a little heady, which must be the reason he wanted to press her against the car and ravage her mouth with his. The last mile would make for a good cooldown; his body needed one.

“I’m just saying I’ve come to your aid twice now. Don’t you think you owe me a little reward for all my trouble?” he asked.

“Someone needs to teach you some manners.”

Her lips held a little pucker, one he really liked.

“I’m teasing you, although I do plan to collect, so be warned. If you want, follow me to the turnoff, then pass me and continue on until the road curves sharply to the left. You’ll see a sign that the caterers put up, and you’ll need to turn there. Just keep following the signs. You can’t miss the tent or the parking.”

“Okay.” She seemed skeptical. “You can ride fast enough for me to follow you?”

“I’ll sprint,” he said. He put his sunglasses back on and locked his shoe into place. He grinned at her. “Be sure to keep up.”

And with that, before she could even get into her car, he took off.

CHASE MCDANIEL HAD TO BE the most infuriating man she’d ever met, Miranda decided as she put her car in gear and took off after him. He hadn’t even waited for her, just got on his bike and rode off at “sprint.” His feet were flying.

She didn’t know people could go that fast, except for maybe Lance Armstrong or one of those other racing guys. Chase could make that bike move, and she had to go a tad over the speed limit before she caught up with him. He slowed down then, and she followed at a safe distance.

Still, she got a great view of his backside. She had to admit his rear was nice. She’d seen him in a business suit and now in cycling shorts.

Naked, he was probably magnificent. He’d need a shower when he got back, and for a split second she had a vision of him standing under the spray, and her joining him….

She swallowed hard, and followed as he turned onto an asphalt road she had easily missed, since it was hardly wider than a driveway. She gave a quick wave and passed him, wanting to put distance between them.

From Chase’s demeanor, she had to assume he didn’t yet know anything about her or the scope of her new job. If he did, he probably would have ridden off and left her to find her own way.

She felt a bit guilty for not saying anything to him about her new position, but Leroy had insisted he wanted things handled his way. Miranda wasn’t fond of subterfuge, but as this was her dream job, she’d agreed.

Now on the correct road, she easily found the signs, and soon drove up to the McDaniel estate. A parking attendant waved at her, and, when he found out she was staying at one of the guest cottages, showed her where to go. She climbed out and looked around, but Chase hadn’t yet arrived.

“Ah! Miranda! There you are!” Walter boomed in greeting. She turned to find him standing on the screened porch of the cottage. “See you made it okay.”

“I got lost a few times.”

Walter’s eyes twinkled. He was sixty-nine and retiring from his company presidency in two weeks. His departure was one of the reasons Miranda had accepted the McDaniel Manufacturing job. She might not get another opportunity to move up this fast ever again, and the company wouldn’t be the same without Walter. There were also rumors of a forthcoming takeover by a competitor once Walter stepped down.

“Glad to see you made it in spite of me,” he said, giving her a quick hug. “My directions aren’t what they used to be. Heck, nothing’s what it used to be. I’ll be missing you come Tuesday.”

“You’ve only got a week or two left yourself. Then it’s off on that round-the-world cruise with your wife. Speaking of which, where is she?”

“Our granddaughter Lucy had her baby Wednesday, so we’re dividing and conquering. My wife loves Leroy, but not enough to put off holding her first great-grandchild.”

“Good for her, and congrats,” Miranda said. As she grabbed her suitcase from the trunk, she noticed Chase ride up. She watched him park the bike at the lodge and go inside without looking in her direction.

Bringing herself back to the moment, she carried her luggage inside. The cabin was small, with a living room–kitchen combination, shared bath and two bedrooms. Miranda didn’t plan to stay long. She’d return to Chenille in the morning and spend Sunday afternoon and Memorial Day in her new apartment. She’d slept there last night, but the place hadn’t yet felt like home. She had a lot of unpacking and other work to do before that happened. Not that any place had ever felt like home after her parents died.

“I’m going over to the lodge to visit with Leroy before the party starts. Do you want to come with me?” Walter asked from the porch.

Miranda glanced at herself in the bedroom mirror. She looked rumpled, and knew she had to face Chase again. He’d be showered and…