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hurt if she spent the next few days and left without a show? She’d just go scout another one and they’d both have a little fun in the meantime.
    He fished the keys to the shop out of his pocket and managed a weak smile. “All right. Let’s go.”

Chapter Four
    Vivvy wasn’t sure what to expect of the upcoming evening. After the fireworks of the morning, who knew where Nate’s mind was? Maybe staying with him was a really bad idea. Family drama or possible rat infestation? It was a tough call.
    She watched Nate put away his tools. Though Harrington Airfield & Mechanics was a desolate, undecorated place, there was a meticulous order to everything. He didn’t toss things back into the large bin he’d pulled the tools out of. He cleaned, he examined, and then he put each one back in a precise place.
    He had pride when it came to Harrington. A kind of deep, meaningful ownership Vivvy had never witnessed and didn’t understand, but it showed in everything he did. It would show up on camera, she was sure of it. More than just a show about airplanes, it would be a show about connection.
    Nate would play the role of glue to an odd, complicated family. American Chopper meets Cake Boss with a really good-looking star. Big, manly machines playing the backdrop to a family business, and the drama of it all.
    For the first time in Vivvy’s career, her mind didn’t rush forward to marketing campaigns and promo. Instead, she considered the effect this would have on the Harringtons, on Nate. A show could exploit certain facets of their family dynamic, which could hurt Harrington even if it made good TV.
    It startled her enough to bring an abrupt halt to those thoughts. Her job was not to consider the outcome to the participants, only to Tyson. Feeling otherwise was so foreign, Vivvy chalked it up to her desperation for this idea to work. She was just analyzing every angle so she didn’t end up empty-handed again.
    Nate bent over to get something out from under the workbench. Denim stretched over his nice, tight ass. Better to focus on that for the time being.
    He pulled another bin of something out, biceps flexing as he pushed it onto the table. “You’re going to have to stop looking at me like that, Vivvy.”
    It made her smile that he said her name so much. As if he got immense pleasure out of saying it at the end or beginning of whatever comment he had. “Like what?”
    “Like you want to get me naked.”
    “I do want to get you naked.”
    He chuckled and wiped the palms of his hands on his jeans. “Lucky for you it’s about quitting time.”
    “What happens at quitting time?” She hoped the reality was just as exciting as her fantasy world.
    “Well, Vivvy, I believe you agreed to live dangerously and go home with me.” He stepped over to her.
    “That I did.” He had a way of making her feel that he desired her as much as she desired him with just a look, a grin, a comment. She didn’t have to know everything about him to know she enjoyed that.
    She’d learned a lot about Nate in the past two days. Just by watching and observing him. The care with his grandfather, the anguish when he’d briefly explained Millard’s condition, his embarrassment over his brash mother. There was a lot to be learned by watching a man interact with his family. The Harringtons had a lot of eye-opening interaction. She’d be crazy to get emotionally involved with any of them. Like her entire life, this was just another place she was passing through. Involvement wasn’t an option.
    Nate held out his hand, helped her to her feet from her seat on a makeshift bench. “It seems even my mother didn’t scare you away. I’m beginning to think you’re a mythical creature, Vivvy.”
    There it was again. Her name unnecessarily tacked on to the end of his comment. Didn’t get old the way he said it, or the heated way he looked at her when he did. She curled her fingers into his, eager to let her thoughts take a more sweaty turn. No more