I peeked at Ranger Jethro. “You don’t know my name?”
“I suppose you could always look in your wallet if you got desperate.” He indicated with his chin toward my backpack, a smile still hovering on his features. “Once you figure it out, and if you’re inclined to share, I’d like to know it as well.”
I straightened and twisted in my seat, gaping at his profile. “You really don’t know who I am?” I’m sure my tone betrayed the level of my surprise because Ranger Jethro’s smile fell away.
He stopped at a red light, switching his blinker on even though we were the only vehicle on the road. His gaze flickered over my expression and his was unmistakably anxious.
“Should I?” he asked warily.
I blinked once, downright dumbfounded by his response.
Slowly, the wheels turned and the curtain was lifted, exposing the truth of my present situation.
The flirty smiles, the lingering gazes, the gallant rescue—Ranger Jethro fancied me!
Me.
He’d been flirting with me.
Not Sienna Diaz, the movie star, comedian, millionaire, Oscar winner, America’s sweetheart.
By Rodan’s nostrils, I couldn’t remember the last time I hadn’t been recognized.
Plus, judging by the way he was looking at me now, I surmised he was worried we’d met before and he’d forgotten my name. Perhaps he even thought we’d slept together and he’d forgotten that too.
And I finally realized what kind of hot guy he was. He was the serial-dating hot guy, the most dangerous of all. Because they’re smart, they’re funny, they’re capable, and they’re typically charming.
Also, they’re easy to fall for, because who doesn’t want a hot, smart, funny, capable guy?
The problem is, they’re not very nice. They’re dangerous because they only want one thing—hot ladies. Lots of them. All the time.
And good for Ranger Jethro!
He should have his hot ladies. A year ago I would have gladly been one of his hot ladies. But just as I had no current interest in dating, I had no interest in losing my heart to a serial dater.
He swallowed thickly, looking acutely worried and bracing. And I couldn’t help it, I honestly couldn’t.
I threw my head back and I laughed.