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wry smile.

      “Look at that—almost civilized.”

      She turned toward the parking lot and started walking. Of its own accord, his gaze dropped to check out her body. More specifically, her ass. It was pure instinct, imbedded in him since puberty, and as soon as he registered what he was doing he looked away—but not before he’d noticed she had a full, sweetly curved backside.

      “It’s two years old, one owner since new. I don’t normally do this but he’s a good friend and I wanted to help him out,” Hannah said.

      Joe lengthened his stride to come abreast of her as they neared the car. “Why’s he selling?”

      “Scored an overseas job. It’s a good car. Bit greedy with gas, but safe, solid. You’ve got kids, right? There are built-in anchors for car seats.”

      He didn’t bother telling her his kids were well out of car seats. No point extending this encounter any longer than it needed to be.

      “What’s he asking?”

      “Thirty. It’s forty-five new, so it’s a good deal. Full leather upholstery, six-stacker CD. Cruise control, tiptronic transmission …” She glanced at him to check he was paying attention and his gaze got caught on the line of her cheekbone.

      “Is this the model with the turbocharger?” he asked.

      “Yep. It’s got it all. Like I said, it’s a good deal.”

      She lifted a hand to smooth it down the length of her pony tail and the neckline of her coverall gaped. He caught a glimpse of shadowy cleavage and white lace.

      He took a step backward, frowning. He’d seen more than enough here.

      “Right. Thanks for your time. I’ve really only started looking but I’ll keep this in mind,” he said politely.

      She looked surprised. “You don’t want to take it for a test drive, see how it handles?”

      He made a big deal out of checking his watch. “I’ve got an appointment I don’t want to be late for.”

      “Well, we’re open till five if you want to come back later.”

      He nodded, already drawing his car keys from his pocket. Her eyes narrowed and she propped a hand on her hip.

      “Be honest. You’re not coming back, are you?” she asked.

      He frowned.

      “Right. Let me guess—you don’t trust me,” she said, contempt in every line of her body. “What could a woman possibly know about cars, right? What was it you said last night? Leave it to the experts? Was that it?”

      She was bristling with aggression, her chin high. As he’d thought when he first set eyes on her, she was trouble with a capital T.

      “Like I said, I’ve just started looking.”

      A muscle flickered in her jaw, then she swung back toward the car. As though he hadn’t announced he needed to leave, she started talking.

      “Tires have got another two years in them, depending on the kind of mileage you do. Suspension is independent, double-wishbone at the back. Brakes are discs all round, and it’s fitted with ABS. It’s a six cylinder, and with the turbocharger you’re looking at zero to one hundred in about 9.8 seconds.”

      She moved to the front of the car. He remained where he was, arms crossed over his chest. She stopped and looked at him, defiance shining in her eyes.

      Stubborn. And a pain in the ass to boot.

      “Not real good at taking no for an answer, are you?” he said.

      Something flickered in her eyes, then her face went utterly blank.

      “You’d be surprised.” She shifted her attention to the car for a second, then back to him. “You won’t find a better car for the money.”

      It was possible she was right, of course.

      “I’ll think about it,” he said again. He dipped his head in acknowledgment and walked toward his car. He could feel her watching him all the way, the awareness like a prickle on the back of his neck. Yet when he got to his car and glanced over his shoulder she had already disappeared into the workshop.

      Right.

      He gave himself a mental shake. He needed to get going if he still wanted to check out the commercial car lots before meeting his lawyer. Then there was the grocery shopping to do, and the last of the unpacking—all before the kids were out of school at three.

      He started the car and threw it into gear. As he had last night, he pushed his encounter with Hannah Napier out of his mind. She was nothing to him, the barest blip on his radar. Less.

      Still, he glanced back one last time before he drove away, but Hannah was nowhere in sight.

      HANNAH WAS SUPPOSED to catch up with her friend Mikey for dinner after work, but he canceled on her at the last minute, leaving her at loose ends. She figured she’d head home instead and put in some hours fixing the muffler on the bike—quietly, of course. No doubt Joe Lawson would come after her with an elephant gun or a lynch mob if she dared disturb his peace again.

      The memory of his dismissive attitude over the car had risen up to bite her on the ass all day. How she hated narrow-minded men like him. She’d seen it over and over—the cautious look in their eyes, the doubt as they listened to her tell them what was wrong with their cars. As though having breasts made her less qualified to understand the workings of the internal combustion engine. Please.

      She was hungry and more than ready for a shower when she rode into the street. She stopped short of pulling into her mother’s garage, however, her attention caught by the car sitting in Joe Lawson’s driveway—a Mazda SUV, same model as the one she’d shown him today, dark navy instead of black. She switched off her bike and kicked the stand out before dismounting. She tugged her helmet off as she walked the distance from her mother’s front yard to inspect the car. So much for I’ve just started looking. She’d been absolutely right—he hadn’t been able to bring himself to buy a car from her.

      She narrowed her eyes as she surveyed the rear of the SUV, then dropped into a squat to peer under the wheel arch. She did a slow lap, squatting once again when she reached the left rear wheel arch, craning her neck to confirm her suspicion.

      “I assume you won’t be billing me for the inspection?”

      She started, then glanced over her shoulder. Joe Lawson stood there, one eyebrow raised. Her gaze dropped to his bare feet. No wonder she hadn’t heard him sneak up on her.

      “Did you get a warranty on this thing?” she asked, standing and jerking a thumb toward the car.

      He crossed his arms over his chest but didn’t say a word.

      “I’m only asking because you’re going to need it. This car’s been in an accident,” she said.

      He glanced toward the Mazda. “It’s been fully inspected by the automotive association.”

      “Which just confirms my opinion of those idiots.” She gestured toward the wheel arch. “Take a look yourself. Something big ran into the back of this thing, ripped the chassis open. It’s been welded back together, but you can see the repair if you look closely. And the shock absorbers are all new. No one puts new shocks on a two-year-old car unless they have to.”

      His hands dropped to his sides. He looked annoyed. Then, as though he couldn’t help himself, he knelt beside the car and craned his neck to see under the wheel well. She knelt beside him and leaned in to point out the line of the weld.

      “They’ve driven around a bit to dirty it up some, but you can still see it there.”

      “Shit,” he said, so low she almost didn’t hear him.

      He was so close his shoulder brushed hers when he shifted his

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