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to admit. Disconcerting.
    And he knew it.
    “ It’s a good thing I don’t charge mechanics’ rates,” she said as she got to her feet. She tightened her hold on the lug wrench. Forget a one night stand. He was too—too something.
    “ I appreciate it. So—“ He looked around. “Are you staying with family or friends?”
    “ I work here.”
    “ You do?”
    She could tell he hadn’t expected that but then most people didn’t. “It’s a summer job, May through October. I get a place to stay and a not bad salary. Get to meet a lot of different people and occasionally work on my auto repair skills.”
    His disbelieving expression faded a little to be replaced by something she didn’t understand but maybe should try to.
    “ You keep saying I. So it’s just you doing what, being a campground host?”
    “ It’s kind of communal living only with a constantly changing cast of characters,” she said to let him know she wasn’t here alone. “I answered a Craig’s List ad. They hired me.”
    “ Hmm. It doesn’t look like a first class operation.”
    “ It isn’t. People are only supposed to say for ten days but my guess is nearly half of the RVs here belong to people who have nowhere else to live. As long as they pay their rent, the owners don’t mind.”
    His nod made her wonder if he could relate, but he didn’t strike her as someone who carried his house on his back. His truck was top of the line, his clothes expensive looking. His dark hair was on the long side. Her guess was he’d been more interested in getting back on his feet after his accident than haircuts.
    “ All done,” she said, indicating the spare tire. “Now you’re free to go.”
    “ Free? Yeah, I am.”
    Unexpectedly, she couldn’t think of anything to say. Shouldn’t he want to get back on the road? To her way of thinking, she hadn’t given out any signals that she was into a roll in the hay. Maybe she’d entertained the thought at first but he was too—something. Knowing maybe.
    “ So you have limitations on how many hours you should drive in a day?” All right, so it wasn’t the most brilliant question she’d ever asked, but hopefully he’d get the hint that it was time for him to move on.
    He smiled, one of those grins that don’t reach his eyes and made her think he was doing what he figured was expected. “This is the longest trip I’ve taken since the accident. Part of it was because I needed a change of scenery.”
    Change of scenery. She could relate to that. Restless. Dissatisfied. Always looking for—something.
    “ Put your feet up when you get home and keep going with your physical therapy.” What was her problem? One moment she wanted him gone, the next she wanted to learn more about him.
    “ Look, I’d like to pay you for—“
    “ No. Helping you allowed me to get my good deed over with for the day.”
    On the tail of another semi-smile, he held out his hand. “Thanks for the help. Your parents raised an independent woman.”
    Her so-called parents had had nothing to do with how she’d turned out. She might have dropped that on him if not for the way he kept holding onto her hand. He didn’t have it in a death grip, but she’d have to work at getting loose.
    Memories of handcuffs and locked doors stirred. Damn it! Would she never get that nightmare time out of her system? Barely holding onto self-control, she pulled back. He held on a second longer and then released her.
    “ It’s been interesting,” he said. “One more question and then I’ll let you go back to work. What are your plans once summer’s over? This place closes down doesn’t it?”
    “ Yes.” What did he mean by interesting and what had the overly-long handshake been about?
    “ Maybe you’re in college?”
    “ I’ve taken a few courses.” The way he kept looking at her made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. The damn man intimidated and intrigued her at the same time. “I’m not worried about paying the