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graceful lines. “A 1963 Porsche, right?”
    He nodded slowly. “A 356 Super 90 Cabriolet, to be exact.”
    â€œFully restored?”
    â€œYes, but with original parts. And I have a certificate of authenticity from the manufacturer.”
    â€œOoh. That pushes up its value.”
    â€œIt does.” Nick tilted his head to the side. “How is it that you know so much about automobiles?”
    Darcie chuckled at his incredulous expression. “I work for a classic car magazine. I guess I picked up a few things along the way.”
    â€œYou’re a writer.”
    She frowned. Not for lack of wanting, she thought. “No. I just check the facts of articles other people write.”
    â€œWhich magazine might that be?”
    â€œ Automobile Enthusiasts Monthly. It’s relatively small and based in Buffalo. You probably haven’t heard of it.” Darcie hadn’t until Tad’s friend had offered her the job just before her engagement.
    â€œI have a subscription. I find it very factual. ” He got out of the car and stood beside her. “What else can you tell me about this particular model Porsche?”
    â€œWell, as I recall, it was very popular in America when it first came out.”
    â€œIt still is among collectors.”
    â€œAnd you’re a collector.” It made sense. A man with a Park Avenue address likely would have the disposable income to indulge his whims, even ones that ran into six figures.
    But Nick was shaking his head. “I collect for others. As much as I like this automobile, I will not be buying it. It will go to whoever pays the most to possess it. It is what I do for a living.” He pulled out a business card, which he handed to her. It read, Costas Classic Auto Sales and Auctions.
    â€œImpressive.”
    â€œIt would appear that you and I have two interests in common.”
    â€œTwo?”
    â€œClassic cars and...” His smile could have melted a glass and made it clear what that other interest was. She smiled in return and hoped the laughter that followed came off as worldly rather than the sort fueled by giddiness and nerves.
    â€œLet me take your bag,” he said.
    The Porsche had a rear engine, meaning its trunk was in the front. When Nick opened the compartment, Darcie eyed the small space.
    â€œGee, maybe it’s just as well the airline lost one of my bags. I don’t think both of them would fit in here. I guess when you own one of these babies you have to travel light to travel in style.” She glanced at Nick, a question forming. “Where’s your luggage?”
    The left side of his mouth rose. “On a plane bound for New York.” At her puzzled expression, he added, “I was planning to fly back today.”
    â€œWhy did you change your mind?”
    â€œI decided I was being rash.”
    â€œSo you missed your flight and offered assistance to a perfect stranger instead,” she replied dryly. Talk about rash...and flattering. Just wait until she told Becky that. Her friend was going to hyperventilate. As it was, Darcie’s breathing was a little uneven.
    â€œA stranded stranger,” Nick corrected. His smile was full-blown this time and very effective. “One who is also very beautiful.”
    Her heart fluttered and she blinked. “Oh.”
    â€œYou are blushing.”
    â€œI, um...” She waved a hand, not certain how to reply.
    â€œSurely, you have been told before that you are beautiful?”
    â€œOf course I have.” She rolled her eyes. “All the time, in fact. We’re talking daily. It gets old.”
    The truth was no, at least not in the past several years. Tad wasn’t one for compliments. Even during the courtship phase of their relationship, pretty words had been few and far between. After he’d slid an engagement ring on her finger? Forget about it.
    â€œYou know how I feel about you, Darcie. That should be