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played their dance game with Daddy the night before, they both told me how good at it he was, how they often played it together when they got in from school on those nights I was on the late shift at work.
    Maybe Ian had been right; maybe it was time for me to enter the computer age and beat him at his own game. Yeah, maybe I was just a little competitive too.

PROFESSIONAL, KNOWLEDGEABLE AND EVERY THOROUGH
    Annabeth Leong
    â€œTamara, can you come out to the front?”
    Tamara Owens sighed and worked her head a little closer to the engine she was currently examining. “It’s the ’97 Civic, right? I knew that guy would be upset.”
    Her service consultant’s heels clicked against the garage’s concrete floor. Pacing. Never a good sign. “I think you should come out here. He keeps insisting he just had the timing belt serviced six months ago, and he doesn’t trust anything I say.”
    She couldn’t avoid this. Tamara emerged from the engine reluctantly, wiping grease from her fingers with a soiled rag. “Hell, Lucy, you could practically fix the damn thing yourself if you didn’t have better things to do. What am I going to tell him that you can’t?” Tamara hated talking to customers, who tended to question her and ask for the boss (sometimes even refusing to believe that she was the boss). She trained her service consultants exhaustively in customer service, parts and mechanics to avoid exactly this situation.
    Lucy shrugged helplessly, her blonde ringlets bobbing aroundher ears. “Would you please just come?”
    Tamara resisted the urge to growl and throw a tool to the ground. Childish behavior like that wasn’t exactly uncommon in the business—separate people worked the front desk for a very good reason—but as with all things, Tamara felt she had to hold herself to a higher standard in order to maintain respect. Not for the first time, she considered hiring a man to wear overalls and talk to customers for her. “I’ll be there in a second,” she said. Casting a longing glance over her shoulder, where the engine gleamed dully with its straightforward problems, Tamara headed to the sink to clean up and collect herself.
    The sight of the tall, sharply dressed man waiting beside the counter did nothing to improve Tamara’s mood. Everything about him spoke of precision, from his tailored suit to his obviously gym-perfected musculature to his smooth shave and gleamingly polished shoes. He was way too handsome, way too expensive and Tamara could just tell how miserable he was about to make her.
    Most of the time she could accept being halfway presentable, along with all her other halfways—halfway strong, halfway slim, halfway respected, halfway making a living with her business, halfway between her white Mississippi mother and black Massachusetts father. A man like this, who seemed to know exactly who to be and where to stand, made Tamara feel she had gotten halfway to nowhere.
    She cleared her throat and summoned her most professional voice. “Sir? My service consultant tells me you asked to speak to the mechanic who’d be working on the car.” Tamara braced for condescension—maybe he’d ask to speak to the actual mechanic, or request a different mechanic take over the job. Instead, he surprised her.
    He shook her hand with a firm grip—his palm was softer than hers—and introduced himself. “Randal Dean. Look, I’m sorry to make you leave your work. I just don’t understand this thing about the timing belt. I had service done on that six months ago, and now you guys are telling me I need to do it again. Did my other mechanic screw me over? Are you guys looking to take advantage of a guy who doesn’t know a timing belt from a…um…from a steering wheel? What’s going on here?”
    Tamara blinked. His sheepish smile revealed gorgeous dimples in his cheeks that gave boyish