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concussion. Anyway, six weeks is the minimum I have to be out before this cast can come off and the doctors will clear me to race again."
    I gave him a sympathetic look. "That does suck. But look on the bright side," I said teasingly. "If you hadn't had to take time off, you wouldn't have met such a great new friend."
    "True. But I would add to that: a gorgeous, sweet, refreshing, and adorable new friend."
    We locked eyes and a thrill went through me as everything else seemed to fade. Electricity was charging the air, making me feel annoyingly helpless against the attraction that was there. It was weird to feel so connected to someone I'd just met.
    Realizing our faces had gravitated just inches apart without me even knowing it, I sat back against my chair, saving myself from kissing a total stranger in front of a room full of people. Flustered, my eyes flickered back to Cole.  He looked cool as a cucumber. It made me wonder if he'd experienced the same thing. It was hard tell.
    I turned away and started gathering my stuff, deciding it might be best if I left before I embarrassed myself. "Well, it's getting kind of late and I probably need to be heading home. It was really nice meeting you, Cole."
    "You too, Mara." He seemed to be considering his next words before finally saying, "I know I'm only in Russell Springs for the next month, and you just met me, but would you be opposed to giving me your number? Maybe we can hang out sometime?"
    He didn't have to ask me twice. Considering I wasn't interested in a long term relationship, the fact that he was only here temporarily, didn't bother me in the least. Cole was insanely attractive and I could tell he was a genuinely nice guy; something I had never seemed to be attracted to before. I was usually a jerk magnet.
    "Hmm, I don't know..." I teased him. "You don't look like a serial killer, but you never know..."
    Cole laughed, and I sighed inwardly at how freaking cute the dimples in his cheeks were. 
    "Nope. Not a serial killer,” he said. “Ask Jack. On second thought, don't ask Jack. There's no telling what exaggerated stories he'd tell you about me."
    "Oh, yeah. If Jack didn't have a good story on you," I said, shaking my head, "he'd make one up for fun."
    I took a pen out of my pocket book and grabbed a napkin to write my telephone number down on. I don't know what possessed me, but instead of using the napkin as I had intended; I leaned over the table and jotted my number down on his blue cast, just over where his inner wrist was. You could barely see my loopy script because of the dark blue color of the plaster, but he would be able to make out the numbers if he looked closely enough. When I was finished, I looked up to see him watching me. He raised an eyebrow questioningly and I shrugged, grabbing my pocketbook and sliding out of the booth.
    "I guess you won't have to worry about losing my number now, will you?" I teased, surprising myself.
    He pressed his lips together and I couldn't tell if he was amused or shocked at my audacity. He slowly shook his head, a devilish grin spreading across his face.
    I grinned back.
    Amusement, definitely.
    "No, I don't guess I will." He glanced down at his arm and then reminded me, "You forgot to write your name."
    I swiped my empty coffee cup from the table and turned to leave, calling back over my shoulder, "If you can't remember my name, don't bother calling me."
    What possessed me, I'll never know.

    It took everything I had not to look back as I made my way out the front door of the coffee shop and headed to my car. My fingers were crossed that he'd remember my name. Regardless, I had a feeling I would definitely be remembering his.

CHAPTER 4
     
    The next morning I was up early running errands for my grandmother. It was eleven in the morning and already I had been to the bank, the post office, and the grocery store. I had spent the last hour shopping for a months worth of groceries from a list a mile long. It was already hot