latch. Once he had that removed, he raised the door, revealing a large object draped in beige canvas, presumably a car.
âWhat is this?â she asked when he started to pull back the cover.
âYouâll see in a minute.â
And she did, starting with the taillights before a bright red spoiler came into view. By the time he had the car completely exposed, Valerie could only stare in wonder until she recovered her voice. âOh my gosh, itâs a GTO. What year?â
Gavin dropped the canvas and stood at the hood, looking very proud. âA â69 model.â
Valerie walked to where Gavin was standing and asked, âCan I see underneath the hood?â
He looked genuinely perplexed. âYeah. Sure.â
He lifted the hood and secured it with the pins for Valerie to peer inside. âWow. A four-fifty V-8. I bet it can fly.â
âYeah, if youâre so inclined.â
She was. âIncredible. Itâs in mint condition.â She looked up to find him smiling. âI donât see you as a classic-car kind of guy.â
âItâs the size of the engine that gets me going.â
She rolled her eyes. âMen and their motors.â
He laughed then, a low, compelling laugh. âYou can tell a lot about a man if you look under his hood.â
She folded her arms across her middle against the sudden boutof chills. âI suppose youâre going to say something about the big block.â
He forked a hand through his hair. âNo, but now that you mention itâ¦â
âOh, please.â She sounded appalled, when in fact she was getting a bit warm just imagining the possibilities. âDo you use it often?â
âThe car?â
âOf course I mean the car.â However, she still was considering Gavinâs personal motor.
âNot often enough these days.â His tone bordered on suggestive, and Valerie wasnât about to walk into that trap, even though she was sorely tempted.
âI understand why you would want to limit the mileage,â she said. âIt increases the value.â
âIt still needs to be driven, and thatâs why I want you to drive it until your car is fixed.â
âThatâs very sweet, Gavin, but I canât do that. What if something happens to it?â
âI trust you.â
Valerie internally cringed. âYou donât really know me.â
âIâm getting there.â
Oh, but he hadnât come close. âIâm still not sure itâs a good idea.â
âWhy? Canât you handle a stick?â
âBetter than most women.â And she couldnât believe sheâd just said that.
âThat sounds interesting.â He dropped the hood closed and nailed her in place with his grin. âYou donât have to decide to take me up on my offer right now. But I might be tied up when you need a ride. This way youâll have your own wheels.â
âOkay, Iâll think about it.â Truthfully she was dying to get behind the wheel and turn it loose on the rural roads. Probably not a good idea unless she was alone, considering he was authorized to give her a citation.
Gavin narrowed his eyes. âHow do you know so much about cars?â
âI spent a lot of time with someone who was fascinated with them. Thatâs all he could talk about.â A sixteen-year-old boy sheâd counseled. Sheâd learned all she could about his passion in order to get on his level, hoping to keep him from dropping out of high school, and she had succeeded. A success among the failures.
âHe taught you well,â Gavin said.
âIâm a quick study. Always have been.â
âGood.â He wiped his hands on his jeans. âNow you can help me with something.â
She pointed behind her. âI thought I might start dinner.â
âItâs already in the oven,â he said.
âNow Iâm doubly