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tight.”
    “Okay, I’m over at Hot Bods. Do you know where that is?”
    “Yup.” He hung up.
    Oh yes, this was going to be much easier than he had imagined it would be. All he had to do now was convince Francesca to have dinner at his home. Could that really be so hard?
    After getting dressed, he climbed into his fully restored 1972 Nova and headed across town. It didn’t take him long to make it to the gym, and the first thing he spotted was a gorgeous woman standing next to a beat up ol’ red truck. Back in the day, the truck looked as good next to her as she did it.
    Parking, he climbed out and walked over to the truck. He had expected her to look a little grateful to see him, but instead she appeared angry. Digging the extra key out of his pocket, he unlocked the door for her. He opened his mouth to give her a smart alec remark, but she held her hand up to stop him. He couldn’t help but grin. She still knew him.
    “I don’t want to hear it. While I waited I decided dinner isn’t a good idea.” She paused before continuing. “But since I know you’re still going to beg me anyway, let’s eat at my place. That way I can kick you out when I’m ready.”
    “How about my place, and you can leave whenever you please or if I decide to kick you out.”
    She shrugged. He’d expected a little more of a fight from her, but couldn’t say he wasn’t thrilled this wasn’t going to turn into a drama fest. If there was one thing he remembered about Francesca, she loved drama and always had to win an argument.
    “Deal. Don’t get any funny ideas in your head.” She climbed into the truck.
    Randy leaned against the door and smiled. She still looked good in his truck. “My place is behind the shop. How about you come by in about an hour or so? Sound good?”
    “Not really, but I’ll be there.”
    He laughed and shut the door. “Try not to lock the key in the truck again.”
    As Francesca started up the vehicle, she shot him the bird, and then drove off. He wasn’t sure what it was, but there was something about her that he couldn’t help but love getting her riled up. She looked so darn cute when she was irritated. He had to get her between the sheets one last time. He didn’t know how else to get her out of his system.
    * * * *
    Almost two hours later, Francesca pulled up to Smith’s Auto. She noticed a small house next door to the shop. If she remembered correctly, that was his father’s home. That must be where Randall was living. At first glance the house actually looked more like a small shack. It was in serious need of repairs and landscaping. It had been too much for his father, she was sure. But Randall was young, and surely his eyes worked and he could see what a mess this place was.
    She knocked on the door, but no one answered. So she pounded louder and then turned the doorknob, finding it locked. What the hell? Was he here? Spinning around, she started to walk back toward the truck when she heard her named called.
    “You’re not leaving, are you?”
    Turning, she saw Randall standing in the yard. He was dressed in a light blue button-down shirt with a pair of pressed khakis. “I knocked several times.”
    “Not on my door.”
    “I only see one house, unless you live in the shop.”
    “Follow me. My house is back here.” He shook his head. “I think that house there needs to be condemned. You’re lucky you didn’t fall through the porch.”
    She couldn’t help but agree with him. Randall disappeared between the shop and the small house. She sped up to see where he was going. Once she was on the other side of the shack she saw a clearing and stopped dead in her tracks. How could she not have seen this place earlier? A gorgeous home sat back away from everything. The lawn appeared to be professionally landscaped, and the house was a traditional brick two-story. Surely this wasn’t his place. How could he afford it?
    But he led the way to the front door then stopped and waited for her to