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grabbed Shannon’s attention and made her look around. The sight she came upon had blood immediately rushing through her veins. A man dressed in a T-shirt and jeans was coming down the stairs from what looked like an apartment that was built over the garage. To say he looked sexy would be an understatement. He practically dripped sex appeal.
    She closed her eyes and reined herself in. Hell, what was the matter with her? The man worked in a garage, for heaven’s sake, and he was not the type of person she should be attracted to. How many times had her parents drilled into her the importance of dating someone her equal, someone within her intellectual and academic class? A Carmichael dated only the best and, as far as her parents were concerned, that did not include blue-collar workers or someone who had not achieved a certain status in life—definitely not a person who got grease under his fingernails for a living. She dated doctors, lawyers, politicians, accountants, and so forth and so on. So her instant attraction to this guy was totally unacceptable, unexpected, but undeniably hot.
    As if he heard her breathing hard, he turned and glanced over at her car. She wished he hadn’t done that. It was bad enough that he had a good-looking body, now his face actually had her licking her lips. Medium brown skin, dark eyes, clean-shaven head, nice set of ears, and a jaw in need of a shave ... and when he started walking over toward her car, it took all she had to hold her desire in check.
    “May I help you?” he asked when he reached her car.
    She swallowed. He had a nice voice, too. It practically caressed her skin. Oh yeah, this guy could help her in a number of ways, and all of them were too scandalous to think about right now. “My car.”
    He raised a brow. A few moments later, he smiled and asked, “What about your car?”
    Although he was smiling, a part of her could actually detect his restrained laughter. He was probably aware of what he did to women and even found it amusing. She didn’t like the thought of that one bit. That arrogance set her nerves on edge and gave her a measure of control she hadn’t had earlier. “It’s making a sound, and I want you to fix it. You are the owner of this place, right?”
    “Excuse me.”
    She glared at him. “You’re the owner?”
    “No, I’m not the owner.”
    “Then you must be one of the workers, so you’ll have to do.”
    He was smart enough to move out of the way when she pushed her car door open. “My car is making a clicking sound, and I want you to find out what it is and fix it. And I would like to have it ready by this afternoon ,” she said, handing him the keys as well as her business card. “Is that understood?”
    “Yes, ma’am, it is,” he said, and again she thought she heard laughter in his voice. “I’m sure you want us to inform you what’s wrong with it as well as the cost before any repair work is done, right?”
    “Of course. And you can reach me at that mobile number on my business card. I’ve already called for someone to come pick me up. Is there a place where I can wait for them to get here?”
    He nodded toward a bench. “Yeah, over there.”
    She saw the wooden bench was in an area where the sun was beaming straight down over it. “You don’t have an air-conditioned area where I can wait inside?”
    “Yes, but I don’t have the keys to open it up. The owner is out to lunch.”
    She huffed a breath, not liking his answer. “Fine, I’ll wait over there, then.”
    Lucky for Shannon, at that moment Faith pulled up. Without saying anything else to the mechanic, Shannon quickly walked over to her friend’s car and got in.
    “What took you so long?” she asked Faith, refusing to give in to temptation and glance back over at the mechanic as they pulled away.
    “I stopped for gas. Remember I told you that I would.”
    “Oh, yes, I forgot.” Although Shannon didn’t want to think about the mechanic, she had to admit he was a