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annoying.
    “Before I ask, I want you to know this was Em and Mary’s idea. I thought it was a terrible one, but they insisted.”
    “Spit it out.”
    Callie pulled out a screwdriver, ran it through her fingers and kept her eyes on the tool as she explained. “Since you’re home for a few months and not working they thought maybe you’d be able to help out around here.”
    “Sure. I’m surprised you didn’t think of it yourself.”
    Callie frowned up at him. He wasn’t just genuinely smiling now, he was grinning. “You’ve got a lot going on.”
    Trevor shrugged. “What better way to take my mind off of it than getting out of that damn house most days?”
    Of course he would be happy to help. It was her who was the ungrateful bitch who didn’t ever feel comfortable doing anything for anyone else. “It’ll be all the crappy grunt work we don’t want to do or have time to do and we’re not paying you.”
    His grin didn’t falter. “Good. I think crappy grunt work will be exactly what my mind needs.”
    She turned to her plane. “That was a hell of a lot easier than having to seduce you,” she grumbled.
    “I’m sorry, what?”
    “Never mind. Just mumbling.” She reached up to examine the cowling, but Trevor’s hand rested on her shoulder, turned her around.
    “No, I think I want to hear this explanation.”
    “It was a joke.” Callie rolled her eyes and flung her arms in the air so his hand fell off her shoulder. “Mary thought if you said no I should seduce you. Ha ha. Get it?” It felt completely un-joke-like at the moment. So much so a warm blush crept into her cheeks.
    “Well, maybe I’m sorry I was such an easy yes.”
    “Oh, whatever.” She refused to examine the low, melty way he spoke or the little fluttery feeling in her stomach as a response. “Go home, Trev. We’ll see you tomorrow.”
    “Tomorrow.” He chuckled to himself all the way out the shop door, which left Callie scowling after him.
    She had a bad feeling about this.

Chapter Three
    Wearing a pink shift dress wasn’t why Callie was pissed off enough to punch something, though it was part of the reason. Pink . Even though the blazer she wore over it was black, the dress—borrowed from Em’s mom—was pink. A disgustingly pale, girly pink .
    Her hair was down instead of pulled back. She’d worn a little makeup and had tried really hard to project a together, professional appearance.
    But makeup and the damn dress hadn’t convinced Dana Caldwell that Callie was a responsible enough part owner of AIF and therefore worthy of the parking permit needed from the county for the fly-in. Dana was determined that if AIF was going to get anything, it would have to come through Callie begging on her hands and knees.
    Not fucking likely.
    Callie whipped her car into the AIF parking lot and slammed to a stop in front of the shop. She really needed to bang on something before she went to report to Em, because if she didn’t get some of the aggression out she was going to explode all over Em’s well-meaning concerns and questions.
    Callie stomped all the way to the shop before remembering she was wearing borrowed clothes. A borrowed pink dress of all damn things. She couldn’t do any work dressed like that.
    When she turned on a heel to go back to the car, she collided right into a hard wall of muscle. Trevor. He was in grungy clothes streaked with dirt from whatever work Em had him doing that afternoon, but Callie was in no mood to deal with anyone right now.
    Let alone someone who looked all rumpled and handyman sexy and took in her appearance with wide-eyed amusement. “Holy—”
    Callie pushed past him, anger vibrating. “Don’t say a word.”
    “Seriously, you have to indulge me in at least a few comments. You are wearing a pink dress.”
    “I know what I’m wearing.” She kept walking toward her car, and Trevor followed her.
    “It’s cute. Who knew pink was your color? I might fall in love.”
    Even as she was doing