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“Thanks,” I said, “I’m lucky you came along.”
I pushed the wet hair from my eyes and looked into his. That crooked grin stopped my heart. I cleared my throat not trusting myself to say anything else, afraid I’d sound like a blubbering idiot.
“Glad to help. Here.” Mitch said, “Not sure how clean it is but I guess it’s better than nothing.”
I took the small towel he offered. Our fingers touched and thoughts of that strong hand wiping the rain from my body sent shivers down my spine.
“T t thanks,” I stammered. God I sounded like a simpering teenager.
Mitch turned the heat up and pulled back on to the highway. I dabbed at my hair with the dirty towel covered in grime and the smell of man. This was one towel I had no intention of returning.