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help, and the sleeping bag is plenty warm, especially with me there to heat you up. Ty gave her a
wink. But in the meantime, grab my sweatshirt. It s in my pack.
I don t want to go through your bag.
Why not? I can t imagine the sight of my underwear is going to upset you in any way.
Well, no. But it seems like a privacy violation.
I ve got nothing to be private about. Not in his bag anyway. Maybe he did have one tiny little
thing that he kept from most people, but it wasn t a big deal. And as much as he liked Imogen, he
couldn t foresee telling her he couldn t read. She d run for the hills and he just wasn t ready for that
yet.
Okay. Thanks. Imogen stood up and patted her front pocket. Ty knew she kept her phone in there
when her purse wasn t available and she did pull it out. Wow, I just got a message. Who knew you
could get cell reception out here? I wonder if I can check my e-mail?
No e-mail. Ty frowned. That s just wrong.
She nodded. You re right. But I should check to see who called. It might be my parents or
something.
I can authorize that, he said with a smile. Hell, he d brought his cell, too, because Toni would
have a heart attack if he didn t. Then put a sweatshirt on and come over here and share my body
heat.
Imogen didn t say anything, and Ty glanced over to see her listening to her voice mail with a weird
expression on her face. What s wrong? he asked her when she hung up.
Nothing. She crammed the phone back in her pocket and looked around. What was I doing?
Getting a sweatshirt, he said carefully. He hesitated, thinking it was none of his business, but the
red stain on her cheeks bothered him. Who called you?
She was inherently honest, to the point where he had heard her say something, then immediately
confess it wasn t the truth. He suspected she couldn t lie to a straight question like his. He was right.
Biting her lip, she said, Um. Evan Monroe.
That had him pausing in the act of lighting his kindling with a lighter. Evan Monroe? Why the hell
is he calling you? I didn t even know you knew him. Well, of course she must have met Evan at some
point given that Evan s brother Elec was married to Tammy, and Ty had seen Imogen talking to Evan
at the gym, but he wanted her to explain how she knew him.
I met him at Tamara and Elec s wedding, very briefly. Then again in the gym. She pushed her
glasses up. He, well, has been pursuing me.
Ty supposed it wasn t anything he didn t already know, but he didn t like hearing it out loud. What
does that mean? He s harassing you?
No, of course not. He s merely asked me out to dinner, and this phone message was following up
on that, offering specific time options.
Then she said nothing else, bending over and riffling in his backpack.
Ty felt a wave of jealousy wash over him, but he took a deep breath and tried to stay calm. Are
you going to go? Do you like him?
I don t know him well enough to determine one way or another if I like him. But no, I am not going
to go out with him. She pulled out a sweatshirt that had his car emblazoned across the front.
It always made him feel ridiculous to wear a shirt with his own car on it in his leisure time, but his
mother had given it to him, which was sweet. So he put it to use for camping and hiking, where he
wasn t likely to encounter a ton of people. But for some reason, as Imogen pulled it on, he liked that
sweatshirt a whole lot better than he ever had before. It swallowed her whole and she quickly cuffed
the sleeves, and fussed with the hood, but seeing that car across her chest brought out those feelings
again. Weird happy feelings, along with a healthy dose of possessiveness.
So why aren t you going out with him? It was stupid to poke at her, especially given he might not
like the answer, but he couldn t seem to stop himself.
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