up?”
“Finished.”
She nodded, trying to maintain some cool. “That leaves us most of an afternoon free. What shall we do with it?” Bad question. The images blossoming in her mind were not PG.
He smiled like he had the same thoughts. “The first thing I need to do is wash up. I wouldn’t want to get grease all over you.”
The images in her mind went straight through R on their way to X. With grease. On the hood of his car. This counted as a third date, didn’t it? There had been a meal involved. Maureen followed him into the hall. “So I guess the first thing we should do, after you wash up and change, is take my car back home.”
“Sure.” He stopped in the locker room doorway, letting his gaze skim over her again.
Pink sweater, jeans, sneakers. She wouldn’t be winning any fashion awards any time soon. Still, the look in his eyes was appreciative.
He shifted away from the door. “You know, we haven’t discussed payment.”
“No, we haven’t.” Maureen bit her lip and shifted her weight to one foot. “I believe last time it was a kiss on the cheek for a brake job, but a tune up isn’t quite as involved, is it?”
“No, but my rates may be going up.” Michael took a step closer.
“Isn’t that how it always is?” She leaned on the wall. “They hook you with a deal and then jack up the prices.”
“Sorry ma’am, it’s the way business is run.”
His coveralls were filthy. So were his hands. Her clothes would be ruined and everybody would be able to see why. She should be concerned about that. Heat coursed through her as he moved closer. No way she should be doing this.
“You aren’t going to try to haggle me down?” He brushed his lips over hers.
“Quality work comes at a price.” As his mouth covered hers, she closed her eyes. Only his mouth touched her, but she could feel the heat of his body. The wine sweet taste of his kiss made her knees want to collapse so she could slide to the floor and pull him down on top of her.
The dirty floor. She shouldn’t be getting involved in this.
“Michael.” She planted her hands on his chest.
He took a step back. “Yeah. I’m gonna go change.” He walked into the locker room without turning back.
Maureen went back to the front desk and gathered up her stuff. Her head spun from their brief encounter. When did he say he was leaving town? Next week? How in heaven’s name would she resist him until then? If only he was going to be around.
Or if she could go to where he’d be. He said he lived in California. They had schools there.
Was she honestly planning to move to the other side of the country based on the fact that she couldn’t keep her hands off a man she’d just met? Crazy. She couldn’t sell her house and switch jobs for a guy she’d met two days ago. The long gap between Christmas and spring break was obviously getting to her. She slid her planning book into her book bag. Time off, that’s what she needed. Maybe she should take a personal day.
Next week.
Before Michael left town.
Friday.
A locker door banged closed. Should she tell him she was taking a day off? If things got weird before then, she’d had a long weekend to recover and if they didn’t, she’d have a long weekend to enjoy him before he left.
Michael came out still wiping his hands. He tossed the paper towel in the trash. “So what would you like to do with the rest of the day?”
“I think first we should get my car to my house. I’m going to need it in the morning.”
He nodded. “I’ll follow you. Are you sure you got everything you needed to do done?”
“Sure.” She sucked her teeth. “Why are you so worried?”
“I don’t want to take up all your time.” He laced his fingers through hers. “I don’t want to leave town and have you all pissed off at me because you’re way behind on the rest of your life.”
“It’s not like you’re ever going to see me again. Why do you care?” Why did he care? Even if he came back it
“Finished.”
She nodded, trying to maintain some cool. “That leaves us most of an afternoon free. What shall we do with it?” Bad question. The images blossoming in her mind were not PG.
He smiled like he had the same thoughts. “The first thing I need to do is wash up. I wouldn’t want to get grease all over you.”
The images in her mind went straight through R on their way to X. With grease. On the hood of his car. This counted as a third date, didn’t it? There had been a meal involved. Maureen followed him into the hall. “So I guess the first thing we should do, after you wash up and change, is take my car back home.”
“Sure.” He stopped in the locker room doorway, letting his gaze skim over her again.
Pink sweater, jeans, sneakers. She wouldn’t be winning any fashion awards any time soon. Still, the look in his eyes was appreciative.
He shifted away from the door. “You know, we haven’t discussed payment.”
“No, we haven’t.” Maureen bit her lip and shifted her weight to one foot. “I believe last time it was a kiss on the cheek for a brake job, but a tune up isn’t quite as involved, is it?”
“No, but my rates may be going up.” Michael took a step closer.
“Isn’t that how it always is?” She leaned on the wall. “They hook you with a deal and then jack up the prices.”
“Sorry ma’am, it’s the way business is run.”
His coveralls were filthy. So were his hands. Her clothes would be ruined and everybody would be able to see why. She should be concerned about that. Heat coursed through her as he moved closer. No way she should be doing this.
“You aren’t going to try to haggle me down?” He brushed his lips over hers.
“Quality work comes at a price.” As his mouth covered hers, she closed her eyes. Only his mouth touched her, but she could feel the heat of his body. The wine sweet taste of his kiss made her knees want to collapse so she could slide to the floor and pull him down on top of her.
The dirty floor. She shouldn’t be getting involved in this.
“Michael.” She planted her hands on his chest.
He took a step back. “Yeah. I’m gonna go change.” He walked into the locker room without turning back.
Maureen went back to the front desk and gathered up her stuff. Her head spun from their brief encounter. When did he say he was leaving town? Next week? How in heaven’s name would she resist him until then? If only he was going to be around.
Or if she could go to where he’d be. He said he lived in California. They had schools there.
Was she honestly planning to move to the other side of the country based on the fact that she couldn’t keep her hands off a man she’d just met? Crazy. She couldn’t sell her house and switch jobs for a guy she’d met two days ago. The long gap between Christmas and spring break was obviously getting to her. She slid her planning book into her book bag. Time off, that’s what she needed. Maybe she should take a personal day.
Next week.
Before Michael left town.
Friday.
A locker door banged closed. Should she tell him she was taking a day off? If things got weird before then, she’d had a long weekend to recover and if they didn’t, she’d have a long weekend to enjoy him before he left.
Michael came out still wiping his hands. He tossed the paper towel in the trash. “So what would you like to do with the rest of the day?”
“I think first we should get my car to my house. I’m going to need it in the morning.”
He nodded. “I’ll follow you. Are you sure you got everything you needed to do done?”
“Sure.” She sucked her teeth. “Why are you so worried?”
“I don’t want to take up all your time.” He laced his fingers through hers. “I don’t want to leave town and have you all pissed off at me because you’re way behind on the rest of your life.”
“It’s not like you’re ever going to see me again. Why do you care?” Why did he care? Even if he came back it
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