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rings.
    “Hi, I’m calling about the Volkswagen bus you have for sale. I’d like to buy it.”
    Rebekah squealed excitedly and flopped forward over the steering wheel to hug it with glee. Some women were impressed with diamonds. His happened to get a lady boner over vehicles that belonged in a junk yard.
    “You’ll have to have it towed,” the man said. “I haven’t been able to get it to run for a couple years.”
    “That’s fine. How much?”
    “Does it run?” Rebekah asked, to which Eric shook his head.
    “Seven thousand,” the voice on the other end of the line said. “Nonnegotiable.”
    Well, that would explain why it had been sitting on the side of the road for so long. Who in their right mind would pay seven thousand dollars for a Volkswagen bus that wouldn’t even run?
    “Dollars? Seven thousand dollars ?” Maybe the dude meant pennies. Though seventy bucks seemed overpriced to Eric.
    “It’s a steal, baby!” Rebekah insisted. “Is it a sixty-seven or a sixty-eight?”
    A steal? Yeah, that price was highway robbery.
    “What model year is the vehicle?” Eric asked.
    “She’s a sixty-nine. One owner. Low miles. Just temperamental.”
    “Sixty-nine,” Eric said to Rebekah.
    “What? Now?” She glanced into the gutted back of the van and shrugged. “Well, okay, there’s plenty of room back there.”
    Eric laughed and covered his phone with one hand. “I’m not talking about mutual oral pleasure,” he said. “The van was built in 1969.”
    Rebekah’s eyes widened with wonder, and her smile brightened. “Even better. I knew she was perfect for our honeymoon!”
    “Our honeymoon?”
    She planned to take this hunk of junk on a road trip spanning more than three thousand miles? They wouldn’t make it out of the driveway, much less to Maine. He supposed that meant they’d get to Tahiti that much quicker. Assuming he lost that bet that Rebekah didn’t seem too concerned about winning.
    “Let’s get her home. We have a lot of work to do to get her ready in time,” Rebekah said. She hugged the steering wheel again and kicked her feet excitedly.
    Eric rolled his eyes. Some people’s wives—completely baffling.
    “We’ll take it,” he told the seller.

Chapter Four
    Rebekah bent over the VW’s engine in the back of the adorable little bus and screwed in a new spark plug. She had grease up to her elbow, her hair was clipped back most unbecomingly, and she was wearing her scruffiest pair of cutoff overalls, but Eric couldn’t keep his hands off her. Which was good, because she planned to win their bet and haul him across the United States in this gem of a find. The only problem was, she couldn’t get the thing to start.
    “Are you sure it’s a good idea to get so dirty?” Eric said, tracing her thigh beneath the bottom edge of her shorts.
    “I thought you liked me dirty.” She shifted her hips sideways so that his exploring finger slipped between her thighs.
    “I do,” he said. “In more ways than one. But you need to keep your new ink clean.”
    She lifted her left arm over her head and showed him how she’d covered the loose plastic wrap with several clean garbage bags that she’d duct-taped at her wrist and all around her shoulder. “Got it covered,” she said, glad she had free use of her hand, at least.
    “You’re not going to get this hunk of junk started before we leave for Tahiti,” he said. His breath was hot against the back of her neck as he leaned over her to look into the engine compartment in the back of the minibus.
    “I’m going to get it started a week before we go to Tahiti and then happily drive it over three thousand miles,” she assured him.
    “You’re awfully confident that you’re going to win this bet, considering you aren’t even trying to seduce me.”
    She hid a grin from him. She never had to try to seduce him. The man was always ready to go. She took a step back and bumped her ass into the fully erect cock that was fighting to be free