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click-clacked in on a new set of platform heels. Greg had been noticing Amanda’s footwear of late, in spite of himself. The woman liked her shoes. She wore a flowing summer dress and she had a bit of a glow about her. Greg’s look was closer to a glower. He tried to put on a cheerful face.
    “Hey, Amanda.”
    “Um, what’s wrong?”
    Damn it. How did she know something was wrong? Was it that obvious?
    “Beer ache?”
    “Maybe a little.”
    “I’ll call Bailey at the deli. Get her to put on a big pot of soup for you for lunch.”
    Amanda click-clacked past. Damn, he loved that woman. But as a friend , he reminded himself. The time for anything more had long since passed. Still, the way she had looked at him last night. It had lit something up inside of him. It had awoken his bear from a long hibernation, and he wasn’t sure it would ever want to go back to sleep. What to do but clean up? Greg finished mopping. Then he picked up the bucket to empty it out back.
    Maybe he did have a beer ache, as Amanda had put it. He certainly had drunk his fair share, which was not generally recommended at staff parties. But the people at Wild Alpha Auto were more than staff. They were pretty much family. Greg decided that h e would let this ache he felt for Amanda run its course. He’d been there before. He dumped the mop water into the grate in the concrete.
    “You should have heard her, bro.”
    Greg looked up. He recognized Tom’s voice. What was he talking about?
    “She squealed like a piglet as I plowed into her.”
    Greg wasn’t sure he could believe what he was hearing. He walked into the wash shack, putting the mop into the corner. The mechanic Tom had been talking to left the shack.
    “Tom,” Greg said.
    “Greg.”
    “A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.”
    “I never said I was a gentleman.”
    Greg turned away from Tom. Was he going to do this? No, he wasn’t going to do this. His bear might, though. His bear might definitely consider ripping Tom’s head off. Yup. Turned out his bear didn’t need to debate the matter at all. Greg pivoted on his heel and went straight for Tom with both hands, lifting the smaller man up by his collar and thrusting him against the wall.
    “You don’t talk like that about her! You hear?”
    But Tom didn’t look intimidated. He stared Greg in the eye. “No. I’m not sure I do.”
    Greg didn’t back down. “You’re not in Wild Summit to wash cars and you don’t give a shit about Amanda. What do you want?”
    “Like I told you. One race, bro. Just one race to settle this thing between us. Winner gets bragging rights.”
    “And the loser?”
    “Loser leaves town.” Tom smirked. “For good.”
    “What do you care if you have to leave town? You have no roots here.”
    “But you do,” Tom said. “And I’ve got a feeling those stakes are a good way to motivate you.”
    “You want me to win?”
    “I want to know you’re giving it your all. When I beat you, I want it to count.”
    “If I agree to this, you’ll never talk to her again?” Greg said.
    “I lose, you never see me again. Come to think of it, both ways you never see me again.”
    Greg kept Tom pinned against the wall, his biceps straining under the load.
    “What is it about racing me?” Greg said. “Why do you care?”
    “It’s simple. Because I don’t lose. Not to you. Not to anyone.”
    Greg let go and Tom dropped back to his feet.
    “One race,” Greg said.
    “Hey, guys,” Amanda said, entering the wash shack with a bright smile. “What’s up?”
    “Nothing,” Greg said. And he walked out.

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    Amanda watched Greg go. Something was definitely wrong. Combined with the way Greg had been looking at her at the party, it was making Amanda wonder how he really felt about her.
    “Hey, Amanda,” Tom said as he filled his bucket up.
    “Hey,” Amanda replied. “So, I was wondering.”
    “About what?”
    “If you’d like to go out to dinner sometime? You know, on a