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look before raising his hand in acknowledgement. He climbed into the truck and took off down the road. As he watched him leave, Chase got a good look at the car across the street and one of the drivers.
    “Where’s he going?” Dray asked.
    Chase turned back to Dray and leaned back over the engine. “To get lunch and a few pictures of that car, the license plate, and its drivers. We can send the pics to SECNAV and he’ll do the research for us. It’s good to know who we’re up against. The more information we can get, the better prepared we’ll be.”
    “Makes sense,” Dray replied as he reached out to tighten a loose bolt.
    The low rumble of a large truck overrode the music and filled the bay with the harsh growl of a diesel engine. Dray and Chase straightened, looking out the bay doors at the wrecker pulling a deep purple Mustang.
    Blaine joined them in the bay and wiped his hands on a rag hanging from the wall. “Nice car,” he said.
    “Yeah,” Chase replied, but in truth he wasn’t even looking at the car. His attention was on the woman climbing from the now quiet truck. “Damn,” he whispered and turned to Dray. “Please tell me that’s not Allie.”
    “Sorry, man. That’s Allie.”
    Chase turned back to the young woman as she shut the door with a hard slam. Dark brown hair cascaded down her back in layered tight curls with streaks of gold. Long dark brown lashes surrounded deep brown eyes that slanted up at the corners just a little. Full lips tinted pink glistened in the light as the sun’s rays caught her gloss and made it sparkle.
    Swallowing, Chase let his gaze wander lazily down her jean-clad hips to her red painted toenails encased in three inch heels. His eyes traveled back up her curvy figure, past her full hips, trim waist, and perky breasts. Toned, deeply tanned arms lifted to remove the lock holding the front wheels of the car off the ground and he couldn’t seem to stop staring.
    This is not what he’d expected. Not at all. He wouldn’t be worth shit if he had to stare at her all damn day. He’d been looking at her less than ten seconds and already he could feel his balls getting tight. Allie was a knockout.
    “Put your tongue back in your mouth, man,” Dray said, his voice dripping with humor. “She can smell a man who’s lusting like that from a mile away and when she does, she eats them alive.”
    Chase sent him a look of disbelief over his shoulder before turning back to Allie.
    “Don’t say I didn’t warn ya,” Dray drawled as he moved past Chase. “Hey, beautiful. What cha got for me today?”
    “Well,” she said as she stepped back from the wrecker and eyed the mustang. “It’s not a bad car, but it needs some work. Piston rings are fried.”
    Chase moved closer, but kept his distance. Blaine moved up to join him, watching her with interest as well as he crossed his arms over his chest.
    “That’s an easy fix,” Dray replied.
    Her lips spread into a smile that made Chase’s chest tighten. “That’s what you said when I brought that Supra in here. Took you three weeks to fix it.”
    Dray snorted. “That’s because you kept running off. I have help now.” He pointed his thumb into the bay toward Chase and Blaine.
    Chase tensed slightly as she turned to look at them in surprise. “You hired two guys?”
    “Three.”
    She jerked her head back to Dray. “Three?”
    “Three,” he repeated. “I told you I needed help and you said hire however many you need.”
    “I don’t think I said those exact words.”
    Dray waved his hand toward the cars littering the parking lot. “Look around, Allie. We’re behind. I know it, you know it. Accept it. I hired three.”
    Allie smiled and threw her hands up. “Fine. Three. But couldn’t you have hired some a little less easy on the eyes?”
    Chase grinned at her comment as she walked away, moving past him and Blaine as though they weren’t even standing there. Chase didn’t miss the way she checked him out from