phone.”
“Thank you, sweetie. And tell Bryer thanks, too. I appreciate it.” Now that she knew help was on the way, Amara’s stress level decreased exponentially. She took a sip of water from her travel thermos and kept her eyes on the early afternoon traffic whizzing by.
She’d been waiting for a half hour when a truck pulled up in front of her car. On the side of the truck was an emblem that read “Murphy’s Mechanics,” the name her sister sent her along with a winking smiley face. A tall man got out of the truck and came around to meet her.
Amara could almost hear Buddy Guy’s gritty blues playing in the background as she took in the six and a half feet of virility standing in front of her. He was dressed casually in jeans and a faded t-shirt that bore the same emblem as his truck. His demeanor exuded the quintessential qualities of the strong, silent leading men of old Hollywood.
“Hi. You’re Amara?”
She nodded. He tugged his aviator sunglasses down the bridge of his nose so that his eyes met hers as he spoke. “I’m Chance, Bryer’s friend. So what happened exactly?”
“I started smelling this strange, syrupy scent, and then there was smoke. I pulled over as soon as I could.”
“The sweet smell was most likely your coolant. Pop the hood for me.”
Amara did as Chance asked, but not before noticing more of his rugged handsomeness. His light brown hair was cut short around the sides while the top was tousled in a sexy, bedhead kind of way. Thick brows a shade darker than his hair framed gray-blue eyes that seemed to reflect more than they revealed. Lips that looked to be well versed in the art of kissing were held in a slight frown as he examined her car.
“It looks like you’re completely out of radiator fluid. We’ll take your car in to take care of the leak and check for engine damage. When’s the last time you had your car serviced?”
“Uhh…”
“Let me guess, it’s been a while, huh?” he asked as he secured her car for towing.
Sure has . The way Chance looked at her seemed to indicate that he was referring to something more intimate with his question. Amara was willing to admit she was long overdue for maintenance in more ways than one. “I had an oil change a few months ago.”
“Hmm…maybe something went wrong there. You gotta be so careful of who you take your car to. A lot of shops take advantage when they see a woman coming, even a beautiful one like you.”
Chance was having an uneventful day at his auto repair garage. Business was running smoothly, and there didn’t seem to be any reason to linger. Since it was St. Patrick’s Day, he’d already considered leaving early to stop by Bryer’s bar, Votives, for a drink.
It’d been a while since he’d taken time to just kick back. When he’d received the call from Bryer, he never thought that agreeing to help a friend of a friend would lead to a woman like this. Amara was smoking hot.
One of the first things Chance noticed about her was her eyes. They were a sultry ebony shade that lured him in, enticing him to know more about her. Her black hair hung in layers that framed elegant features. Though she was dressed professionally, her clothes didn’t mask the curves that lay beneath them.
“Hop in.” He held the passenger side door open for Amara. As she was on her way into the truck, Chance was treated to an excellent view of her ass. The firm, round shape of it was showcased by her skirt. Although he could’ve admired her figure all day, he couldn’t help but notice her concerned expression. “Don’t worry. I’ll have my best guys work on it for you.”
“That’s reassuring, but I’m supposed to meet with a client in an hour.”
“If repairing the leak does the trick, we’ll have you up and running in no time. Otherwise, I don’t want to risk giving you a time frame that might not be feasible. Why not sit back and relax? It’s St. Patty’s Day, after all.”
“True, but I
“Thank you, sweetie. And tell Bryer thanks, too. I appreciate it.” Now that she knew help was on the way, Amara’s stress level decreased exponentially. She took a sip of water from her travel thermos and kept her eyes on the early afternoon traffic whizzing by.
She’d been waiting for a half hour when a truck pulled up in front of her car. On the side of the truck was an emblem that read “Murphy’s Mechanics,” the name her sister sent her along with a winking smiley face. A tall man got out of the truck and came around to meet her.
Amara could almost hear Buddy Guy’s gritty blues playing in the background as she took in the six and a half feet of virility standing in front of her. He was dressed casually in jeans and a faded t-shirt that bore the same emblem as his truck. His demeanor exuded the quintessential qualities of the strong, silent leading men of old Hollywood.
“Hi. You’re Amara?”
She nodded. He tugged his aviator sunglasses down the bridge of his nose so that his eyes met hers as he spoke. “I’m Chance, Bryer’s friend. So what happened exactly?”
“I started smelling this strange, syrupy scent, and then there was smoke. I pulled over as soon as I could.”
“The sweet smell was most likely your coolant. Pop the hood for me.”
Amara did as Chance asked, but not before noticing more of his rugged handsomeness. His light brown hair was cut short around the sides while the top was tousled in a sexy, bedhead kind of way. Thick brows a shade darker than his hair framed gray-blue eyes that seemed to reflect more than they revealed. Lips that looked to be well versed in the art of kissing were held in a slight frown as he examined her car.
“It looks like you’re completely out of radiator fluid. We’ll take your car in to take care of the leak and check for engine damage. When’s the last time you had your car serviced?”
“Uhh…”
“Let me guess, it’s been a while, huh?” he asked as he secured her car for towing.
Sure has . The way Chance looked at her seemed to indicate that he was referring to something more intimate with his question. Amara was willing to admit she was long overdue for maintenance in more ways than one. “I had an oil change a few months ago.”
“Hmm…maybe something went wrong there. You gotta be so careful of who you take your car to. A lot of shops take advantage when they see a woman coming, even a beautiful one like you.”
Chance was having an uneventful day at his auto repair garage. Business was running smoothly, and there didn’t seem to be any reason to linger. Since it was St. Patrick’s Day, he’d already considered leaving early to stop by Bryer’s bar, Votives, for a drink.
It’d been a while since he’d taken time to just kick back. When he’d received the call from Bryer, he never thought that agreeing to help a friend of a friend would lead to a woman like this. Amara was smoking hot.
One of the first things Chance noticed about her was her eyes. They were a sultry ebony shade that lured him in, enticing him to know more about her. Her black hair hung in layers that framed elegant features. Though she was dressed professionally, her clothes didn’t mask the curves that lay beneath them.
“Hop in.” He held the passenger side door open for Amara. As she was on her way into the truck, Chance was treated to an excellent view of her ass. The firm, round shape of it was showcased by her skirt. Although he could’ve admired her figure all day, he couldn’t help but notice her concerned expression. “Don’t worry. I’ll have my best guys work on it for you.”
“That’s reassuring, but I’m supposed to meet with a client in an hour.”
“If repairing the leak does the trick, we’ll have you up and running in no time. Otherwise, I don’t want to risk giving you a time frame that might not be feasible. Why not sit back and relax? It’s St. Patty’s Day, after all.”
“True, but I
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