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I'm getting may be too rich for the engine I bought. I have a small
rotary. Or had, past tense. It's destined for the landfill, now."
    "I love rotary
engines," Charlie said. "Inspired choice."
    "Thank
you." Good thing she was flexible, because she had to twist around to
carry on this conversation properly. She leaned her cheek against the headrest.
"I was so afraid you'd laugh at the whole thing. I've read tons of books
and taken a bunch of online courses, but I don't have an engineering degree
like you, so there may be some structural—"
    "We're
here," Rick said. "All out for the incredible hovercraft show."
    "I'm sure it's going
to be great," Charlie murmured through the opening, before he unsnapped
his seat belt. "Absolutely great."
    "Thanks.
That means a lot to me." As she climbed out of the Subaru, Eve realized
she was very turned on. She hadn't known how much she'd craved this kind of enthusiastic
endorsement. She'd thought that inventing something all by herself had given
her more creative freedom.
    Maybe it had, but she'd
also had to battle her doubts alone, and many times she'd wondered if she was
totally crazy. Or maybe she was just plain arrogant to believe that her little
toy had the power to revolutionize the fuel economy.
    Yet
in her heart of hearts, she did believe that. For a concept to take hold, it
needed a fun factor. The hovercraft, running on alternative fuel, would be
that fun factor.
    Finally
having someone validate her decisions meant the world to her. She liked that
the someone had turned out to be Charlie, who was getting hotter by the minute.
Brains could be so damned sexy.
    As
she ushered everyone inside, she thought briefly of her lack of housekeeping
skills and then decided not to worry about it. These were bachelors. Bachelors
weren't neat. Well, maybe Charlie was. She'd turn on only necessary lights as
she took them from the front door through the kitchen to the garage.
    "Don't
mind the mess." She said that mostly for Charlie's benefit, in case he was a neat
freak. "The cleaning lady comes tomorrow." That wasn't precisely
true. She hadn't hired a cleaning lady yet because she didn't want someone from
Middlesex gossiping about the fuel converter in her kitchen or the purple
spacecraft in her garage.
    On
Mondays she usually shoveled out the worst of the clutter and ran a vacuum
around, but today she'd been too involved with testing her fuel to think of it.
Leading the way through the dark hall to the kitchen, she flipped on a light so
they wouldn't bang against things on their way to the garage.
    Whoops.
She'd completely forgotten about her Victoria's Secret underwear. Because her
washing machine was on the fritz, she'd handwashed her bras and panties in the
kitchen sink last night. Then she'd draped them over the kitchen chairs.
    Most
models she knew wouldn't have cared a bit if a bunch of guys caught sight of
their underwear drying in the kitchen. But Eve was shy. Always had been and
probably always would be.
    She
didn't do lingerie ads for that very reason. Still, she loved fancy undies,
especially in vibrant colors like red, purple, and jade, all of which were
represented in her kitchen right now. And she was blushing. Damn it.
    She
paused, trying desperately to think of something clever and sophisticated to
say. Meanwhile all four men stood staring at the colorful and intimate display.
No witty words came to her.
    Charlie was the first to
speak. "Oh, wow."
    She
gulped. If Charlie, the man she most wanted to impress, made some comment about
her lingerie lying around, she might die of embarrassment.
    He
cleared his throat. "I've seen something similar, but never quite like
that."
    Rick laughed. "Cuz,
you really need to get out more."
    "I'd
like a closer look." Charlie started toward the table.
    Yes,
she would definitely die of embarrassment. Charlie wasn't content to gaze on
her underwear from a distance. He wanted to scrutinize it up close, probably
analyze the structural capability of the