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that Jackson’s gal had been interested enough to look up a car video, though. “Since we’re doing restorations for other people, I don’t get as connected to them as I used to with my own. I sold that Ford coupe for a nice profit, though.”
    “I’m not surprised. It was impressive.”
    “Those videos really pay for themselves,” Noah said. “Just hired the guy that does the videos and social media. He’s working on the video for the latest project—a full-body-off restoration on a 1931 Bugatti Royale Kellner Coupe.”
    “You have a Bugatti?” Jackson said. “Damn, you are doing good.”
    “It’s not mine. It’ll take us a year to complete. Can’t say I’ll mind having that parked in the shop for a while. It’ll be a beauty. This guy has more money than he could spend in four lifetimes and is sparing no expense in getting that car perfect.”
    “A Bugatti,” Ford said. “Not sure I’ve ever seen one. Sounds impressive.”
    “Oh, it is. And this is the nicest one I’ve ever seen.” Noah pulled out his phone and thumbed through some pictures. “Here. Look at this. I’m telling you this car has some sweet lines. Look at the way that front fender curves. And a throaty engine that’ll make your heart race.”
    “Sounds like you’re dating her.” Ford looked at the picture on the phone, then handed it over to Jackson. “I think you need to start thinking about women instead of cars,” Ford said. “You’re worrying me, man.”
    Noah took the phone back and looked at the picture with a smile. Lately the cars did top his list of favorite things to do. “Hey, I find a girl with curves like that, who can make my heart race . . . then we’ll talk.”
    “You’d probably just ask her to marry you and break it off again.” Ford said, and Jackson nodded right along with him.
    “That’s enough out of you two. Especially you, Jackson. You’re the one jumping in the deep end. Don’t come whining to me if you figure it out too late.” Finding out late would have just put everything he worked so hard for at risk. He’d considered his two broken engagements mistakes of the best kind.
    “Just pointing out that you keep giving us hell about getting married when in reality you were the first to even think about it.”
    “I woke up, though. Didn’t I?” He lounged against the window. The last thing he wanted was to be reminded of those mistakes.
    “To put it in car terms,” Jackson said. “If you have one car that breaks down on you all the time, it doesn’t mean you then just walk everywhere the rest of your life. You test-drive a new model.”
    “I find a model like this,” Noah said raising the phone in the air. “She’ll damn sure already be taken. Seriously sexy. Seductive. Elegant. And the leather seats so supple that when you run your hand across them, you don’t want to ever stop.”
    “You’ve been sucking to many exhaust fumes, man,” Ford shook his head. “And you’re in California. Practically a Costco of women. Not like you’re up in Alaska with me. And even I get out more than you, it sounds like. You talk about that car like she’s a woman. The perfect woman.”
    Noah sucked in a breath. It was true, and if a woman ever aroused him like cars did, that would be one fine day. “If I ever meet a woman that fits that description—makes me feel like that car does. I will marry her. On the spot.”
    Jackson glanced at Noah. “Guess your bachelorhood is safe.”
    “Completely,” Noah said. “But cars and women are similar in some ways. Cars can be moody, but they can also make us feel cool. They are sexy as hell. Can even make us look sexy. They can be fast and loud, dangerous and so empowering you don’t even care if the man stops you and writes you a ticket. In fact, if he does, it’s more proof of what she can do.”
    “Okay, that’s just weird,” Ford said. “Maybe you’re a candidate for one of those android girlfriends they were talking about online a