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hard to break, and once a
gal got a girlfriend, those bonds were solid. Men could be dumped. Friends
couldn’t.
    “So you met the hunks of Sheppard’s Garage?” She laughed
seductively. “Girl, those men have women coming for miles just for a damn oil
change. If they made a mechanic’s calendar with nekkid photos of those guys,
every woman in the tri-county area would gobble them up.”
    Now that she believed. Those men were gorgeous, but it
wasn’t the lot of them that’d kept her up last night. It was one long-haired
Viking who did. Every time she shut her eyes last night she’d pictured his
massive body towering over her, him ripping her clothes right off, buttons
flying, lace disintegrating. She’d masturbated three times last night, which
was a first for her. Once was just not enough.
    And she didn’t just fantasize about him taking her, though
she did dream about that. She thought about him possessing her in every way,
fucking her in every way. She never got off on giving head, but just thinking
about sucking him off got her hornier than she’d ever been. And anal sex? Just
one more thing she’d thought Marco had ruined for her, but the thought of Brody
pushing past the tight ring of her ass damn near made her come. She’d spent the
night in one fantasy after another, torturing herself with what that man could
do to her, with what she could do to him, until she couldn’t resist the
temptation anymore to touch herself, and then she went through the cycle again.
And again.
    “Yeah, I’ll bet,” Xan finally managed to say, forcing the
erotic images from her brain.
    “So which one helped you? It wasn’t Teddy, was it?” Her
smile faltered a little.
    “Teddy? I don’t think I met—”
    “Bear,” she said suddenly. “The younger bald guy with a
goatee and green eyes. You can’t miss him.”
    From the sound of Roxie’s voice she never missed an
opportunity to look at him, and since she singled him out from the group, Xan
figured Roxie had a little thing for the big lug.
    “Oh yeah, Bear. I met him. Just didn’t know his real name.
Brody, er, Brutus is the only one who introduced himself with his real name.”
    She seemed a little relieved by that, as if keeping his real
name a secret from her somehow meant he wasn’t interested in her. She was fine
with that. Brody was the only mechanic who got her engine running.
    “Brody, huh? I only know Teddy’s real name. He doesn’t like
it. His family used to call him Teddy Bear, which fits because I think he’s a
big ol’ softy, but now they just call him Ted, or so I’d heard. I figured he
dropped the Teddy part when he moved here. The only one in that group that’s
from around here is Hunter, but he grew up being called that. Apparently he has
a horrible name, so we’ll never know what his real name is.” She giggled as she
flung the red hair, flowing out of her ponytail, over her shoulder and propped
her hand on her hip. She seemed giddy at the prospect of gossiping about the
town hunks, and Xan was apparently a glutton for punishment. She could feel the
question forming on her tongue. She didn’t need to ask it. She needed to keep
her head clear, needed to forget about—
    “So, what do you know about Brody?”

Chapter Three
     
    When Monday morning finally rolled around, Brody was no
closer to finding a way out of this torturous assignment than he was on Friday
when he’d been given it.
    He recalled Colonel’s words. Keep your eyes glued to her
ass. Where she goes, you go. Report back Monday morning at our regular
debriefing meeting. We’ll go from there. When he’d tried to get answers as
to why he’d had to do that, his boss had given him the cold shoulder, as was
his right. It was Brody’s responsibility to follow orders, not question them.
    So he’d scoped out her house, watched her talk to her
neighbor and her neighbor’s kid. The boys seemed to have hit it off because
they stayed over at the Willis’ house all afternoon,