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the corner of her eye and his grin widened. She was ballsy, he’d give her that.
    A towel hit Chase in the chest, and he caught it before it hit the floor. “I told ya,” Dray drawled in good humor. “Chomp, chomp.”
    “Chomp, chomp?” Blaine asked with a frown.
    “Don’t ask,” Chase replied as he rolled his eyes.
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Chapter Four
     
    Allie stood back slightly from the window separating her office from the bays and watched as the tall brown-haired man lowered the mustang from the wrecker. Both were handsome but he was … well, he was gorgeous. And that would make for a distraction she really didn’t need.
    Dray walked into the room and shut the door behind him. “You said three,” she murmured. “Where’s the third?”
    “He went to get lunch for everyone.”
    She nodded, but said nothing else. Was he as good looking as the other two?
    “The half Asian is Blaine. The other you keep ogling is Chase.”
    She scowled over her shoulder at him before returning to stare at Chase out the window. Chase. A very cowboy sounding name. “And the third?”
    “Logan.”
    She again nodded. “Easy names to remember. Are they any good with cars?”
    “Chase is especially good with engines. Logan and Blaine are good with body work.”
    Her lips twisted slightly. It should be the other way around. Chase should be good with body work. Especially work on her body. She could easily see herself being tuned up by that man.
    “I know what you’re thinking,” Dray teased.
    She turned her back to the window. Dray rested one hip on her desk and smiled at her with his usually easy-going grin that never failed to draw a smile from her as well. “What am I thinking?”
    “You can’t screw the help.”
    Allie leaned against the window and crossed her arms over her breasts. “He’s your help, not mine. You hired him.”
    “He’s on your payroll.”
    She rolled her eyes. “You make me sound like some kind of horny manizer.”
    “Well, aren’t you?” Dray asked, his lips twitching.
    She pursed her lips, pouting. “Not always.”
    This time Dray laughed. “Please. Woman, you’re worse than I am. You like to fuck. Admit it.”
    “I’ve never denied that.”
    “I know you haven’t. That’s why I’m telling you … hands off the help.”
    Allie chuckled and looked down at the floor, kicking her toe at some imaginary bug that crawled across the tile. “I should be giving you this speech.”
    Dray snorted. “I prefer women, thank you much. Nice full-figured, bubble-butt women. We’re just alike, you and I,” Dray said as he wiggled his finger between the two of them. “I know what was going through that mind of yours when you saw Chase. I know he’s your type. Tall, big dark green eyes, shoulders wide enough to make you feel safe. He’s ex-military. Seals.”
    Her eyes widened slightly as she lifted her head and stared at him. “Really?”
    Was it possible they knew her dad? Not all enlisted Navy actually met SECNAV in person so just because they were Seals, didn’t mean they had ever met him. Still she wondered.
    “All three of them are. They were in Iraq together. Iraq, the Med, Pakistan. They seemed like a good choice to have around, you know?”
    She looked away, her heart breaking at the mess she’d gotten them both into. She wanted to tell him she was sorry, but was afraid to get into it here. They hadn’t found any bugs, but they couldn’t be certain. The last thing they needed to do was give themselves away. She didn’t even feel safe in her houseboat tied up in the canal behind the shop. Dray had one as well, tied up next to hers.
    He’d been with her at this shop since he was nineteen. He’d become her best friend, her confidant, her business partner. They’d made a fortune redoing cars, outfitting cars for street racing, not to mention all the races they’d won. It’s how she’d gotten into the cartel. They’d approached