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her.
    “Come inside the shop and I’l clean you up.”
    The thought of him touching her again had her swalowing
    hard. She’d always thought there was something so sexy about a
    mechanic’s hands. The fact that they were so skiled at building
    and fixing things made it difficult not to wonder what else those
    hands were good at.
    No!
    She knew better than to wonder something like that about
    t h i s mechanic. Talented hands did not make the man,
    unfortunately.
    “You should get back to the models. I can take care of it
    myself.”
    But judging by the look on his face, for a moment she
    thought he was going to pick her up and carry her over to the
    garage against her wil. Instead, he said, “You hurt yourself
    saving my dog. It’s my fault you’re bleeding. Let me take care of

    saving my dog. It’s my fault you’re bleeding. Let me take care of
    you—” He stopped, cursing softly. “You saved my dog and I
    don’t even know your name.”
    “Heather.”
    “Heather.” He held the seven letters on his tongue as if he
    was savoring them, and she was held spelbound despite herself.
    “That’s a pretty name. I’m Zach.”
    It shouldn’t have felt so intimate just to tel him her name.
    But when he’d repeated it in a low, husky tone, just hearing it fal
    from his gorgeous lips had been practicaly better than ful-blown
    sex with any other man. And she definitely shouldn’t want to
    savor his name on her tongue, too.
    “What’s the puppy’s name?”
    He winced, giving her another flash of normal that was so
    unexpected given the perfect package it was in. “Do you realy
    need to know?”
    “Trust me, I’ve heard a lot of crazy dog names over the
    years.” But something told her this one was going to take the
    cake. At least she hoped it would. “And you know, she might
    have actualy come back to you if you’d caled for her by name
    instead of ‘Dog.’”
    A muscle jumped in his jaw right before he muttered,
    “Cuddles.”
    Heather pressed her lips together to try to keep her giggles
    from erupting, but she couldn’t stop the laughter from shaking
    her shoulders.

    * * *

    There were half a dozen girls in bikinis waiting in Zach’s
    garage, but the woman laughing with his dog in her arms, wearing
    a sweaty, long-sleeved T-shirt and muddy shorts, with a messy
    braid trailing down her back, put them al to shame.
    He couldn’t think of a time he’d ever seen eyes that color,
    brown with so many flecks of gold that he couldn’t look away.
    And, Jesus, that mouth of hers, rosy and ful, made a man want
    to do crazy things...like grab the puppy and kiss it al over its
    drooly, disgusting little face for bringing Heather here today.
    He’d been pissed off at Gabe and Summer for dumping the
    dog on him for two weeks. Now he realized he should thank
    them, instead.
    Unlike most women, however, he could tel Heather
    wanted nothing to do with him. Fortunately, her dog didn’t seem
    to have any of the same qualms, especialy when he sniffed the
    glazed sugar on Zach’s fingers from the donut he’d been eating
    for breakfast.
    “Hey, mutt,” Zach said, thinking fast, “I left the rest of my
    donut on the counter inside. You want it?”
    The huge dog’s ears twitched as if he understood, but he
    didn’t move. Instead, he looked up at Heather for approval.
    Clearly, she was gearing up to refuse. But, man, that huge
    dog could play up the puppy dog eyes when he wanted to. Zach
    was impressed. He’d have to remember how to do that in the
    future.

    future.
    Her dog let out a low whine and Heather finaly sighed and
    said, “Okay, fine. Go.” As she let go of his leash and the
    enormous dog loped off toward the garage, she folowed him,
    stil carrying Cuddles.
    “I get that you weren’t prepared for a puppy, but I can’t
    leave her with you if you’re going to put her in a crate al day.
    She needs to understand how to stay with you so she doesn’t get
    hurt by something in the garage. You’re going to