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actually procrastinated a little because the repairs for his Mini weren’t that hard, but she didn’t want to be done before he got there. Thinking about it made her sound pathetic. Still, how many chances did she get to hang around with someone that didn’t spit chew when they talked? Assuming he didn’t chew tobacco, that was.
    Glancing down at her hands, she saw her nails were dirty, but there was no point cleaning those when they were going to get dirty again. The day had warmed up, and the garage was stuffy. Deciding smelly sweat was worse than what she was about to do, she unzipped her coverall and pulled it down to her waist. Tying the arms around her waist left her black Harley Davidson tank top exposed.
    Delaney decided to pull the water pump and at least have that out and not be grunting on it when he showed up.
    A half hour later, Delaney heard a car pull up. She didn’t want to look eager, so she kept her head under the hood. She heard footsteps approach and peered sideways to squint at the light coming from outside. A shadow blocked the sun, and she stared at the knees of those nice jeans, traveled up and decided she wasn’t ready to see him. She turned back to the motor.
    “I see you are working hard on my car. I appreciate the attention.” That smooth voice belonging to William Klein tingled over her exposed skin raising bumps on her arms.
    “We strive for customer satisfaction here at Ray’s,” Delaney said with a chuckle. She kept her eyes firmly on the motor.
    “I hope you like Mexican food. I bought super burritos. Not sure what that was, but hey it had super in the name. Besides, cheese, sauce, and meat, it’s kinda hard to go wrong. Where should I put this stuff?”
    “Over on the bench is good. Give me a second, and I’ll join you.” Delaney tried to sound casual. Sure, she had dinner with hot rich guys all the time. Just your typical Tuesday for Delaney Jane.
    “So D.J., I tried to think of ways to bribe you to tell me your name. I decided to go with the traditional items women always swoon for, beer and chocolate. I didn’t think deep fried ice cream would make the trip, so I stopped at a bakery and grabbed some double fudge cookies. A woman named Sienna assured me you would love them. I think they’ll pair nicely with the hoppy finish of the beer.”
    Will was trying to keep his eyes off the curvy rear bent over his car again. But his eyes couldn’t help but roam from her ass up to her bare arms and the stretch of her tank top over a pair of full breasts. He wanted to see her; it was killing his cat to be patient.
    He heard D.J. giggle under the hood.
    “Chocolate from Sweet Retreat and beer is an excellent bribe for me. You have no idea. I would say that just about earns you my name,” she said, standing and taking a deep breath before turning towards him.
    Delaney took him in. He hadn’t changed clothes, and he was just as handsome as she remembered. Without her goggles, she could see yellow gold eyes that were staring at her with an intensity that caused her to suck in her breath.
    His expression did not match the casual humor she’d heard from him a minute ago. In its place was a man that was standing rigid, his hands fisted at his sides and with tawny eyes flashing over her head to toe, always landing back at her eyes with a fierce intensity.
    “Mr. Klein?”

Chapter Seven
    W ill could see her mouth moving. He knew she was saying something, but all he could hear was the roar of his cougar in his head. It was deafening, the sound of his animal reaching out towards their mate.
    His mate, his woman, his fated partner. She was there, covered in grease, smelling like the best dessert in the world. Will didn’t know what to do. He wanted to grab her, kiss her, smell her. His cat was telling him to rub their scent on her now, claim her as their own. Will just wanted to stare at her. She was so beautiful.
    Her dark hair braided down her back still had wisps floating from under