Of course, if she did pursue this…well, she could be making a bad mistake on the rebound with Mr. Bedroom Eyes. But not if she firmly set the parameters and neither of them took this too seriously.
She smiled. To be totally honest, perhaps this mechanic also appealed to the rebel in her. Allison hailed from a stuffy, conservative Highland Park family, and a small devil in her liked the idea of thumbing her nose at the snobby parents who would never approve of her having a fling with a guy from the wrong side of the tracks.
As for her brother Doug, who was, in his own way, as stodgy as her folks, he would likely howl with laughter if he knew his sophisticated younger sister was thinking of taking up with Big Tex. Although Allison and Doug had never been particularly close, there had always been a bit of older brother/younger sister rivalry between them. Like Erin and T.J., Doug often teased Allison about being a mankiller—but she could always hear the admiration in his voice, as if he privately wished he could be as daring as she was in his social life.
And daring she was. Allison had retrieved the service advisor’s card from her jacket pocket, and was about to pick up the phone when a knock came at her door. “Yes?”
Her new assistant, Katie Freshausen, a bright-eyed young redhead, burst in. “Ms. Tracy, the garage just rang up to tell us some guy named Pete is downstairs waiting to deliver your car.”
“Some guy named Pete?” Allison repeated, mystified. “Who is he, and what is he doing here with my car?”
Katie gulped. “Sorry, boss, I haven’t a clue.”
“Don’t apologize. Why would you know?” Allison stood and grabbed her bag. “Guess I’d better go downstairs and investigate. I’m about done for the day, anyway.”
“Yes, ma’am. Have a good evening.”
“You, too, Katie.”
When Allison emerged out the front door of the smoky, gray-glass building, she spotted her freshly washed, gleaming car waiting in the nearby turnaround, with Dave Blodgett sitting behind the wheel. Her pulse automatically quickened at the sight of him. Even though he now wore a black western hat, she could see a spark of recognition cross his handsome face on seeing her.
The car door whipped open and he emerged. That’s when she noticed how very different he was. Still lanky, powerful, Dave was now attired more in keeping with his cavalier cowboy image. A black western shirt clung to his muscular torso, and tight, sexy black jeans hugged his lean waist and trim hips, outlining a mouthwatering male bulge at his crotch as well as powerful thighs and long legs. A silver belt buckle, and shiny black alligator boots, gleamed in the afternoon light. As she drew nearer he swept off his Stetson and clipped into an elegant bow.
Oh, darlin’, she thought with a sudden, unbidden wince of longing. Heat up that branding iron.
Momentarily Allison stopped in her tracks, unable to believe her own runaway thoughts. Normally she scorned down-home aphorisms as well as the entire country and western scene. But this man definitely unleashed something primitive in her. For a moment she was pure cowgirl pursuing her cowboy, corny as that sounded.
Reaching her car, she had to laugh. “What is this?”
He replaced his hat and leaned lazily against her sedan, his mouth assuming its usual sexy quirk. “Service with a smile, ma’am.”
Allison groaned. “I can’t believe you drove over here, in my car, and calling yourself Pete—”
“I am Pete.”
“But the card you gave me said Dave, damn it.”
“That curious about me, were you, sweetheart?” he teased, appearing delighted.
She pulled the card from her jacket pocket and waved it at him. “Explain this.”
“I was just filling in at Dave’s booth this afternoon, so his cards were the only ones handy. Hell, honey, if I’d known you were so desperate to learn my true identity, I would have engraved my name on your heart.”
She shot him a frosty look. “I’m not desperate! I simply prefer honesty from the people with whom I have business dealings. You know, correct names and that sort of thing.” Not giving him a chance to respond, she gestured at her car. “So it’s fixed?”
“Yes, ma’am.” With a proud grin, he took her arm and led her toward the passenger side. “Hop in and I’ll drive you back to the dealership.”
Despite the jolt of awareness at his touch, Allison dug in her heels. “Hop in? Wait just a minute, cowboy. It’s bad enough you drove my car here without my permission. Now you want to drive it again?”
“And three hours ago you didn’t want to drive it at all.” He tugged her onward and opened her door. “Come on, Ms. Tracy, be nice. If I can drive us back, that’ll save me from having to find a cab at this hour.”
She frowned. “What happened to your work clothes?”
“Oh, I keep a clean change of clothes in the locker room, and often shower after work.”
“Ah, so you can go out and squander your meager salary at honky tonks?” Hurling the taunt, Allison was surprised to watch his jaw harden, and she took some satisfaction in the realization that she had gotten to him.
“You’re a smart-mouthed little snot, you know that?” he shot back. Then his countenance softened to a roguish grin. “But you’ve got my number, too. I’m a hellraiser, all right. Truth is, sometimes when I’m really hard up for cash before payday, the boss man’ll let me sleep on a cot out behind the service bay.”
Allison eyed him skeptically, not sure whether he was pulling her leg or not.
He nodded at the passenger seat. “So are you going to let me drive us back or what?”
Grudgingly Allison slipped inside. “Guess I do need to go back and pay the bill, which I’m sure will be as over-inflated as your ego.”
He shut her door, chuckling as he rounded the car. “You sure don’t cut a guy any slack, do you, sugar?”
“Don’t call me sugar.”
He slid into his seat. “Not that you necessarily deserve it, Ms. Tracy, but there’s no charge today.”
“What? You mean you didn’t fix my car?”
“No,” he replied patiently. “I mean I looked up your service records, and saw that you have been getting the runaround from us regarding your engine problems. Three visits so far, with no resolution. So I fixed your engine under the warranty, and threw in the oil and lube, even gassed her up and got her washed and waxed, as a courtesy.”
“A courtesy,” she repeated carefully. “And what do you expect in exchange for your generosity?”
Again, from the irritation sparking in his blue eyes, she guessed her barb had hit the target. “Perhaps a little civil conversation? Or maybe just your dropping me back at the dealership with my head still attached?”
Allison squirmed in the seat. He did have a point. He may not have cut her much slack, but she hadn’t cut him any at all. “Sorry,” she muttered.
“That’s better.” He flipped on the engine. “Now listen to this baby hum.”
She did, and was pleased by the smooth, powerful rumble she heard. “It’s ticking, but not nearly like before.”
He nodded. “The super lube should do the trick, that and the new ignition module I installed.”
“Ah. So you were right about—”
“Yeah, I was right.” He glanced at her solemnly. “I think in no time this little honey will be purring like a kitten. But if it’s still ticking at your next servicing, don’t worry, I’ll personally tear into your engine.”
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