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doorframe.
    “Dammit, Randi, I’m fine.” He crossed to her and took the chair from her, then lifted her hand.
    She watched as he ran his thumb over the back where she’d whacked it.
    He pressed a kiss to the spot.
    “Nolan?” she said softly.
    “Yeah?”
    “I get bruises and cuts and scrapes every day. My job is kind of manual and hands-on.”
    Just another huge difference between them. He sat at a computer in an office and wrote for a living. She got her hands, and the rest of her, dirty and greasy and yeah, probably even a little bloody. Damn.
    “But it’s a great excuse to kiss you,” he said, kissing the spot once more.
    She took a big breath, but then her fingers curled around his. “You don’t need to make up excuses.”
    He stepped closer.
    But she put her other hand up. “I’ll get you dirty.”
    “I hope so.” Then he wrapped an arm around her waist and hauled her up against him, kissing her.
    She melted into him a lot faster than she had on the dance floor. He liked that.
    He tunneled his fingers into her hair and opened his mouth, drinking her in, tasting her thoroughly.
    She gave in. For a little bit. She not only let him taste her, but she tasted him back.
    But long before Nolan was ready to let her go, he felt her hands against his chest, pushing.
    He let her step back. For now.
    “I have to work,” she said. Her voice was husky.
    “Me too.”
    “Then you need to sit down. And I need to get back under that hood.”
    “You’ve never looked sexier than when you’re under that hood.”
    She smiled and lifted a hand. She rubbed her thumb over his jaw. “I got you dirty.”
    “We’re just getting started.”
    He saw how her breath caught at his words, but she moved back and over to the car.
    “You can put the chair wherever you want in here.”
    Okay, time to work. He should sit on the chair. It was right there. It would be much more comfortable. But something told him that he needed to sit on the bucket. She was worried about getting him dirty, but he knew there was more to it. There was something there, something deeper. He couldn’t put his finger on it exactly, and he didn’t have time to delve into it now. But he would. He had a very good memory.

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    S he’d never had this much trouble concentrating on her work before. She was pretty sure the fifteen-year-old truck that the new guy in town, Glen, had hauled in here was going to be in her shop for a few days. She was going to need to order a part. Or two. But she wanted to recheck everything. Nolan was distracting her to the point that she hated to tell the guy he was stranded in town and out a few hundred bucks for her to order something when really it was just a corroded battery or something.
    This was crazy. But she couldn’t deny that she loved having Nolan there. The work was taking twice as long as it should, but she liked the feeling of his eyes on her and the sound of his voice.
    And they were having a conversation without her acting like a crazy person. Of course, they were talking about football. In her auto shop. This was her comfort zone. She was happy here, and more, she was confident here. And that was a lot of why she liked having Nolan around. She liked him, but she needed that boost of confidence. At least if they were going to do more than kiss. Because she was a great kisser.
    “Okay, so third quarter. They were down by a touchdown. Why did Coach go for two instead of pushing for a touchdown?”
    She grinned and launched into an explanation about the strategy of play-calling in the third quarter of a football game. Nolan was taking notes and she took a moment to appreciate talking to a man about football who didn’t feel the need to correct her and input his own opinions every other word.
    She didn’t mind opinions, when they were well-formed, but she did mind being corrected. She knew two things better than anyone in this town and no one corrected her on football or cars. Not without regretting it,