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care of. These things can live forever, but this one’s trashed. It needs a lot of work. What have you done to this thing? Babe ,” he finished.
    Despite his obvious challenge, he was looking at her differently. His eyes were softer, his guard lowered, if only a little. She felt herself softening in response. Deciding to pick her battles, she let the pet name go. What was the harm in a little friendly conversation? He’d look at her car, eventually Tony would answer his phone and she’d leave. They would never see each other again, so why be so wary? This could be a pleasant afternoon of ogling and conversation, or one of heated arguments and pointless rage. The fact that her libido wanted to have a go at him didn’t give her the right to be rude.
    “Sorry,” she said, with a resigned sigh “I’m a little touchy about it. And I never get around to getting all the maintenance done, since I’m not really around much. It’s in pretty bad shape. But my brother gives me shit about it all the time and I’m sick of hearing it.”
    Nate had popped the hood and was getting ready to lift it when a truck came roaring around the corner, splashing a puddle up and over both Bunny and Nate. For a split second, Chelsea thought the truck was even closer than it had been. She was in the act of leaping forward to warn Nate when she realized the danger was gone, the truck zooming out of sight. Nate looked up at her and raised an eyebrow, water dripping from his hair and eyelashes and running down the planes of his face.
    Chelsea tried desperately to crush images of herself gently kissing his eyelids, his face. Bad train of thought. Best to derail it right away, before it rushed into even more dangerous territory. She felt her face flush with heat as her body kept going down the track, full speed ahead. His tight shirt was soaking wet and clinging to the hard, muscular planes. She would run her fingers over his hard chest, get him out of the wet cotton. Letting her mouth trail over his chest, she’d feel warm moist skin under her lips. The truck had either done her a huge favor or gotten her into a lot of trouble. Probably both. Her vivid imagination had Nate naked and kissing her hard in less than thirty seconds.
    “How about we get this into the driveway and then worry about what’s wrong with it?” he said.
    He was looking at her with suspicion and amusement. With a sinking feeling, Chelsea realized he had seen the basic idea of her thoughts written all over her face. She blushed even more and grasped desperately on the last thing he had said.
    “How are we going to do that? It doesn’t start. I tried.” It had taken her a moment to pull herself back to reality
    and away from her fantasies. She had gotten herself worked up, and she was glad that she was a woman. At least her arousal, though obvious to her, couldn’t be seen.
    “You steer, I’ll push,” Nate said.
    “You’ll be able to push it all on your own?” Chelsea asked not moving.
    “Bay – uh, I mean, Chelsea, it’ll be easy. Just put it in neutral and steer, ok?”
    Chelsea shrugged and got in. “This is never going to work,” she muttered to herself as she put the car into neutral. To her surprise, the car started moving with very little effort from Nate. She watched him through the rear view mirror and was surprised to see he wasn’t even breaking a sweat. He simply leaned nonchalantly against the back of Bunny, who rolled forward obligingly.
    Of course, Bunny rolled over for him, Chelsea thought. She was a girl and he was by far the sexiest man either she or Bunny had seen in a long time. She used the time to study the way Nate’s muscles moved under his skin, the slight bunching and rolling of his biceps as he pushed the car. Luckily, she remembered to steer into the driveway. Nate disappeared from Chelsea’s appreciative gaze before materializing in the seat beside her.
    “Just keep driving. It’ll be slow, but the driveway’s downhill all the