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Justin absolutely agreed that his mother was a very smart woman. And as much as he was tempted to simply drag Kara into the nearest hotel—never mind the ride all the way back to his room in the city, he’d noticed her flinch even if his mother had missed it.
He had a whispered conversation with the cabbie before climbing into the backseat of the car.
“What was that about?” Justin kept his mouth shut.
“C’mon, Cowboy. I’m not going to ask again, and you know I don’t fight fair.”
The cabbie snickered and pulled out of the airport and into traffic.
Justin did know that. She’d found a ticklish spot on him that once and had used it on occasion until he hadn’t been able to breathe right without wincing in remembered pain for a long while afterward. How was a man supposed to maintain any d
