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“Go! Be famous for an hour or two.” Christian had waved them away after they’d prepared the Road Book. Either his back was paining him too much—or he wanted some alone time with the hot Argentine brunette whom they passed as she sauntered down the lane toward Christian’s camp site.
Zoe couldn’t help but giggle.
“What is it with men and their little one-track minds?”
In answer Luke yanked her into the shadow of an Iveco truck. Marik Ebbers, Netherlands, Legend with seventeen Dakars, top finish was…
It was something she couldn’t remember as Luke quickly proved where his “little one-track mind” was focused without question. For the length of perhaps thirty seconds, he locked his lips on hers and thoroughly manhandled her—one hand on her breast, the other down the back of her pants to
