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to finish puttin’ tires on Ms. Carson’s
minivan, then do Joe’s,” Blade told Colonel before turning to Xan. “I’d be happy to help you if you stick around, doll. It shouldn’t take us more than an hour.”
    “Get to work,” Colonel snapped, and Blade winked at her as
he and Gage headed back to the bays.
    “I have one more oil change to do, so I can do it in
fifteen,” Hunter said with a crooked smile, “but Brutus just finished up on Mr.
Jackson’s ’56 Chevy. He’s been pickin’ up the tools that Blade knocked over
after Blade called him a pussy.”
    Oh, right. She’d forgotten there was another one around
here. Brutus it seemed. What was with these names? Must be a man thing,
not that she’d know. Or could even begin to understand the inner workings of
the male brain, ego, or whatever it was that fueled their behavior. Oh, once
upon a time, she knew one part of the male anatomy that tended to lead in the
decision-making process, but she’d long ago fell out of practice with that too.
    Hunter glanced at Scott, remembering there was an
impressionable young man in his midst, looking contrite and shaking his head.
“Sorry, man.”
    “Go,” Colonel told him. “Brutus!”
    Hunter left, but his departure barely registered. Just as he
was walking toward the bay area, a man with long blonde hair and built like a
freaking bodybuilder walked her way. With each step, his muscles rippled and
his hair—what wasn’t sticking to his sweaty brow—flowed in waves behind him.
    She should not find this man attractive. She didn’t care for
bulky men, and she definitely preferred short hair on the opposite sex. Long
hair belonged on women, like she used to have, but she wasn’t dredging that
memory up now.
    So why was her body doing things she hardly recognized. Hardly
recognized , not didn’t recognize. She knew what that tingling
sensation in her pussy meant. The tightening of her nipples? Yeah, she knew
what that meant too. Images filled her mind of this behemoth of a man coming
over her in bed and doing very naughty things to her. She stifled a moan. Yeah,
she shouldn’t find him attractive because he didn’t fit any description of her
ideal type. But there was no mistaking the fact that her body didn’t get that
memo.
    So much for not being attracted to any of the mechanics
here.
    As Mister Hold-Me-Down-and-Fuck-Me-Good walked up, his
pupils dilated, turning his dark-blue eyes black as his nostrils flared, his
gaze zeroing in on the tight buds of her nipples before locking with her own
heated eyes. Good thing she was already wet from sweat because her panties just
got wetter.
    She shut her eyes to break the connection her body was
trying to make with this man. She had to be smart and remember all the reasons
men were not a part of her life. She could use him as masturbating material.
Nothing more, dammit.
    She wasn’t going to break her abstinence streak for anyone,
especially not a man who could quite possibly fight off every one of the other
mechanics singlehandedly. She didn’t know him from Adam, and the last—the
only—relationship she’d ever had was abusive. Hell, Marco tried to kill her in
the end. She had to find the strength to avoid any and all temptation this sex
god presented.
    And she would. She was just strong enough to resist a man
built like he could break her face.
    Because if she didn’t, she knew she was just weak enough to
let him break her heart.

Chapter Two
     
    Brody stared at the slender, dirty lady covered in sweat and
eyeballing him with a mixture of weariness and arousal and maybe even a little
fear, and he couldn’t shake the dual sensations rocking him at the sight of
her.
    This first one was primal, carnal. He wanted her like he’d
never wanted another woman before. Oh, he’d had his share of women, so he
wasn’t delusional enough to think this was love at first sight or some stupid
shit like that. It had to be because of his recent dry spell in the