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now.”
    More nothing. Not a click. Not a whirr. Not one single sound that would make her think the car had any intention of starting.
    She pounded on the steering wheel. “Come on, you gorgeous, wonderful car. You start for me and I promise I won’t say anything bad about you ever again.” She twisted the key in the ignition again. Nothing.
    She growled in frustration. Now what? Did she need to call the damn tow truck guy again? Then what? Pay another couple hundred dollars to get the thing running? Again? What about her interview? This was so not the time for this!
    A knock on her window made her jump. She spun to see Mr. Sexy McJudgy smiling at her through the glass.
    “Need some help?” he asked, all white teeth and blue eyes and blonde hair shining against tan skin.
    Lilah just stared for a second, appalled at the condescending humor in his eyes. Who the hell did this guy think he was? She shook her head and turned her focus back to the key in the ignition. “I’m fine,” she said, loud enough for him to hear through the glass and gave the key another futile twist. It was getting hot in the car and sweat started to bead at her brow.
    Great.
    Just what her hair needed.
    “I bet it’s your battery,” said the guy, still peering through the window. “I can give you a jump. Won’t take a minute and you’ll be good to go.”
    Well, since she had no other idea as to how to get the damn car running again, Lilah sighed and cracked open the door, waited for the guy to step back before she pushed it all the way open, embarrassment surging through her at the heavy whine of metal on metal. Stupid rust bucket.
    If this guy looked good all wet and bare in his swimsuit, he looked fan-fucking-tastic in his blue jeans and worn t-shirt. Lilah stood up and caught just the faintest whiff of his cologne. Tried not to stare at the way his jeans hung just right off his hips. I bet his ass looks amazing , she thought.
    “Thanks,” she said as she stepped out of his way.
    “We’ve all been there.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Pop the hood?”
    “Ummm…” Lilah leaned into the car, totally aware of how her skirt rode up, showing more of her legs than what was appropriate. But when had Lilah Moore ever been appropriate?
    She found the handle to release the hood and gave it a pull, straightening in time to see that this guy had definitely enjoyed the view. The look on his face almost made up for all the judgment she had seen from him at the pool. “I’m Lilah, by the way. Lilah Moore.”
    “Cole Bennett.” He held out his hand and Lilah took it, amazed by his rough skin and the way his hand dwarfed hers. She looked up at him, realizing for the first time how tall he was. He had to be six-three at least. “Lucky for you, I’m parked right here.” Cole indicated an ancient pickup truck in immaculate condition. It had to be ten years older than Ellie’s rust bucket and Lilah was sure that it started without a problem every single time.
    With a smooth confidence, Cole lifted the hoods and pulled a set of jumper cables out of his truck. Got things hooked up and in no time, the rust bucket was chugging away in that oddly off beat way it had.
    Cole lifted an eyebrow. “Sounds healthy.” He unhooked the jumper cables and got everything put back to rights, closing the hoods of both the truck and the rust bucket without slamming them.
    “Thank you,” Lilah said and meant it. She had no idea what she would have done if Cole hadn’t come out to help her.
    “Might want to get that thing into the shop. Wouldn’t trust that battery to do anything but let you down,” Cole said and without another word, climbed into his truck and drove off, leaving Lilah to stare after him.

3
    T hings were looking so much better today than yesterday. Lilah had a job. The manager had seemed a little dubious when she said she would give her a shot, but that was okay. She would show her just how smart she had been to hire her. She would be the