Male Call. HEATHER MACALLISTER

had no idea what she meant and didn’t care. “What’s your name?”

      “Marnie.”

      He’d never known a Marnie, but it suited her. “I’m Zach Renfro.”

      She raised her eyebrows. “Of Renfro Restoration?”

      “Have you heard of us?”

      She nodded to something behind him. “It’s the sign on your truck.”

      “Oh.” He glanced over his shoulder at the Bronco. “Yeah.”

      “Are you, like, the owner or something?”

      “Yeah.”

      “Oh. Well, Zach Renfro of Renfro Restoration, can you restore this lock to working order?”

      “I’ll give it a try, Marnie.” Her name sat well on his tongue. He wondered how the rest of her would sit.

      Zach forced himself to turn his attention to the lock, but even then, he was aware of Marnie’s exact location so that when he knelt and her skirt whipped across his upper thigh he felt a warm tingling.