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years, she learned the business, tinkered with the cars, and then became his business partner.
    She wandered through the shop, taking in the environment she loved and allowing childhood memories with him to soothe her aching heart. Although there shouldn’t be any surprise by what she saw tonight, the thought of Bobby banging the secretary during a staff party made her feel worthless and pathetic. But did he expect her staff to keep his secret forever?
    He’d acted like she meant something to him, and yet, he had no issues slaking his needs elsewhere. How could a man do that to a woman he supposedly loved? Maybe all this time he’d used her to keep him in good graces with Pop. That thought really hurt. Even though she no longer loved Bobby, she did care about him.
    She had worked her ass off to keep this place going, ensuring the books were on par and the staff happy, all while taking care of her father who almost gave up on life. He was a handful, too, in constant party mode. Somebody had to keep on his ass to stay focused. How much more bullshit could she take?
    No more. Never again .
    Flustered, she shook off her jacket and tossed it over a nearby toolbox. Needing to relax and forget her troubles, Eileen pulled her blouse out of her skirt, letting it fall over her blue mini. Maybe sleeping in one of the cars for tonight would be best in case Bobby tried to go to her apartment. She didn’t want to see him…not tonight.
    Where did life go wrong? Was she that focused on work that her own pleasure had been forgotten?
    Pleasure . A vivid image of Ty attempting to kiss her earlier made her neck and face heat. When Bobby kissed her, it was familiar—stale even. But when Ty had grazed his lips at the corner of her mouth, her body reacted as if awakened from a deep sleep. No man had ever made her feel so owned by a kiss.
    She kicked off her heels and strolled over to the boom box at the back counter, located her favorite radio station, and turned up the volume. Aretha Franklin’s “Rescue Me” blared through the speakers.
    Needing to be elsewhere—to step away from the familiar and allow her inner child to take over—she giggled aloud, grabbed a screwdriver from the counter, and struck a pose in the middle of the shop. Holding the handle of the screwdriver up like a microphone, she sang her heart out, shimmied her hips, and raised her hand high, forgetting what tomorrow would bring. A sense of liberation guided her through the song while she pranced between the cars and shouted into the handle like she were in the spotlight on stage.
    Just as the song ended and she bowed for the invisible crowd, loud clapping resounded off the walls. When she noticed Ty leaning against a hoist, a blush stung her cheeks.
    The soft lilt of a sad love song thickened the air around them.
    He approached her, his mouth set in that familiar, sexy grin. “Do you need rescuing?”
    “I can’t believe you just saw that. How did you get in here?” How embarrassing to be caught singing and dancing like a twelve-year-old.
    “Forgot where I live already?”
    “Oh. Right.” She turned her face, her cheeks so hot her makeup must be melting off.
    “What happened to your ear?” He reached out to touch her but dropped his hand when she retreated. “Bobby didn’t hurt you, did he?”
    “No, no. It happened in the car and it was an accident. Pop hooked his finger in my earring.”
    Ty’s face took on a painful expression. “Ouch. Here, let me have a peek.”
    “No, no. It’s fi—”
    He closed the distance and removed the bandage with gentle fingers, while she breathed in the intoxicating scent of vanilla-spice and pure man. Everything about him set her body afire. How embarrassing. The boss should be calm and in control, not wet between her legs and fumbling for words.
    “No need to be shy, sweet Eileen. I’m not going to hurt you.”
    “That’s not what I’m afraid of.” Shit . Why did she have to say that?
    “Oh?”
    Dancing around