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jacket while he worked. Now he wiped his hands on a handkerchief that would never be white again and gave Harry Deal a speaking look. Harry, a white-haired, short man with a big nose, glared at his rigger. "Okay, I stand corrected," he muttered. "Sam, you can explain al this to me later."
    "Yes, sir," Sam grumbled. He shot Cabe a hard glare and stomped off to the other side of the rig.
    "How's your dad?" he asked Cabe.
    "Making money. He hopes you're going to fund him a new Rolls with this strike."
    "I'm doing my best." He turned, pursing his lips at Danet a. "Stil got the same secretary, I see. Not married yet, Mis Marist?" Danet a hugged Cabe's coat to her breasts. "I did find one candidate, Mr. Deal," she replied sweetly, "but he couldn't change a tire and talk at the same time, so I gave him up." Harry smiled unpleasantly. "Can't change your own tire?"
    "I have to these days. Most men are so fastidious that they don't like get ing mussed up doing those difficult jobs." Cabe saw disaster ahead. He took Danet a by the arm and led her away from a smoldering Harry. "Let me know if you have any more problems, Harry," he cal ed over his shoulder. "We have to get back to work."
    "Thanks, Cabe," the older man said shortly and turned back to his job.
    "Arrogant old dinosaur," Danet a muttered, al too aware of the biting grip Cabe had on her arm even through the thick cloth.
    "You escalated things, honey," he reminded her. "Now get in there and keep quiet until I get you out of earshot." He gave her a faintly amused glance. "You've never talked back to Harry before."
    "Maybe it's the smel of oil and grease that did it," she offered, smiling impishly. She felt free, now that she'd final y stood up to the old devil. Maybe working for Mr. Rit er had given her that bit of extra self-confidence. She'd had to stand up to him, and now it was get ing to be second nature to stand up to other people. She'd. . expanded emotional y, she thought.
    He chuckled softly as he put her in the Lincoln, leaving his jacket in her hands as he went around and got in. He was stil trying to get the grease off his big hands.
    "Damned old-line riggers," he said on a heavy sigh. "Harry needs to fire that son of a—"
    "Mr. Rit er!" She glared at him.
    "Sorry, Mis Lily-White." He glanced at her as he started the car. "You ought to be used to my language by now."
    "I ought to," she agreed. She leaned back against the cushy seat with a long sigh and closed her eyes. "Just when I think I've heard it al , you invent new words." He chuckled softly. "Do I?" He sat watching her with the engine running, his eyes curious. He slowly turned her face toward him, with a big, grease-stained hand. The smile left his hard lips. "You're a lit le wildcat when you get started, aren't you?" he asked in a tone he'd never used with her before. "You didn't have that fire in the beginning. It took a few tears to bring it out, but you don't back away from anything these days, do you?" he mused. His big thumb moved to her mouth and suddenly dragged across her lips while he watched her reaction with narrowed, intent blue eyes.
    The sensation that deliberate action caused shocked her. Her body went taut and hot al at once, and her breath caught audibly. Her response was sheer delight. He'd forgotten that a woman could be that sensitive to his touch. She was innocent, not like the jaded, very sophisticated women who frequently pas ed through his life. Almost everything sensual was new to her. His thumb moved again and pres ed against her mouth so that she could taste tobacco and the faint smel of grease on it. He felt his body tighten as her face told him exactly how much pleasure she was feeling. His blue eyes glit ered into hers at a proximity that made her muscles clench.
    "Did you know that your mouth was that sensitive, lit le one?" he asked huskily, searching her wide eyes. "That it could arouse you when a man played with it?" She swal owed nervously, her body tingling with new