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it like that. Who is it?”
    She looked away. “A contact.”
    He scoffed. “No wonder you're honest. You
can't lie for shit.”
    “ I just want to keep his
identity a secret.” She lifted her chin.
    His , she’d said.
    Dane rocked on his heels and tried to
imagine the type of man she'd go for. She might hold a blue-collar
job, but something told him she hadn't grown up in a blue-collar
environment. Though she fought for her business, there wasn't a
desperation to it, as though she had to succeed because this was
her only livelihood, her only back up plan. It felt more like a
thing of pride, which was enough to make her stubborn about the
whole process. Lastly, if she were truly broke, she wouldn't have
been able to pick up the tab for the repairs.
    “ A him,” he said.
“Huh.”
    “ Not a him ,” she corrected. “Just a
him.”
    Because he couldn't let her win every round,
he said, “Now are you telling me this so I'm aware you aren't
taken? Or just for general information?”
    Her lips thinned. “When I start to think 'I
can like this guy,' you go and be a bickering dick.” She put up her
hand. “Yes, I know, technically dicks can't bicker, but you're
insufferable.”
    Since that's exactly what he’d planned to
say next, he laughed. “Admit it, you're having fun.”
    Her gaze told him the truth before her mouth
formed the lie. “No.”
    “ No you aren't having fun
or no you won't admit it?”
    She smiled at him. “Yes.”
    He'd asked for that. “I'm not the only one
being insufferable.” Her silky laugh washed over him and made his
stomach go tight from need. “Are we done for the day?”
    She shook her head. “There's still another
five cars on the list.”
    Hell. He scrubbed a hand over his face, and
said from behind his palm, “What list?”
    “ The one I remembered and
didn't tell you about. I wanted to see how long you'd
last.”
    He tilted his head, dropping his hands to
his side, and glanced at her tight shirt. Her nipples were hard
again. She was enjoying this. Not for the first time he worried
their arguments and bickering were a form a foreplay, and they'd
been at it for a year.
    Well, he could always test that theory.
“This isn't how you find out about my stamina,” he said.
    Her mouth dropped open. “Dane, that is not
part of the rules.”
    For a woman who was forthright about pretty
much everything, she sounded scandalized. He fought the smile. “We
have rules?”
    “ I figure out various ways
to call you a douchebag, and you figure out ways to call me a
shrew.”
    And this was another reason why he hadn't
bailed. He liked her twisted sense of humor. “But we just agreed I
like the way your ass looks, so now we have to add sexual innuendo
to our exchanges. Or didn't you pick up that subtle cue?”
    She shifted and looked flustered. “No.”
    His brows rose. He'd never seen her like
this. The Brooke who gave him nothing but shit would have never let
him catch her stammering. Oh, she was still giving him a run for
his money, but this side of her was interesting. He pushed, “We
didn't agree or you're unsure that I like the look of you bending
over?”
    He saw the corner of her mouth twitch, but
she held the full smile back. “Now you're objectifying me.”
    He shrugged. “I'm very aware you're smart,
and also that you wouldn't piss on me if I were on fire. I also
can't help but quietly write odes to the way your denims hug your
ass. Trust me, I'm more bothered by that than you.”
    Something warm and fluid filled her gaze at
his words. “What a way to give a girl a compliment.”
    “ One?” he said in a mock
offended tone. “I said two nice things about you.”
    “ Right.” She bit her bottom
lip for a second, and he could tell she was doing her best to hide
a smile. “It’s true that I wouldn't piss on you if you were on
fire.”
    Dane snorted. He suspected they could do
this for twenty-four hours straight and not miss a step. He had a
moment's worry about how