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Baker, leaned against a fender, ankles crossed, butts propped on the shiny paint job, arms folded over their chests.
    Brig didn’t pay them any mind. Just slid into his boots and carried the ladder back to the garage. He heard quick little footsteps as Angie caught up with him. She slid her arm through his while he balanced the ladder on his opposite shoulder. “Thanks again,” she said.
    “No problem.”
    “Oh, it was a big problem. A catastrophe, really. Almost as critical as running out of matching silver or driving a car with mud splattered near the tires.” She rolled her eyes. “With Dena it’s always one disaster after another.”
    “Looks like you’ve got company.”
    She slid a glance toward the shiny car and the two boys staring at her. “Wonderful,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
    “Thought they were your friends.”
    She sighed. “Immature spoiled little boys,” she said as Jed pushed his body from the car and waved at her. “Do you know what? They actually have a bet.” Her pretty lips pulled into a scornful little knot and she didn’t bother waving back.
    “On what?”
    “Well, that’s the interesting part.” She angled her head toward him and her eyes held his. “On which one of them will be the first to sleep with me.”
    “They told you?”
    “Bobby did.” She showed off a dimple. “I think he did it so that I would be too disgusted to do it with Jed. Can you imagine?”
    Brig snorted as if he didn’t care. “So who’ll it be?”
    “Neither one,” she said with a toss of that glossy ponytail. “They don’t seem to realize that when it comes time, I’ll do the choosing. And it won’t be with a couple of snot-nosed little boys who only think about sex, football, and cars. Do you know they’re so crude that they actually call a woman’s breasts headlights? Headlights! ” She snorted in revulsion. “Little boys.” Reluctantly she slid her hand away from his, her fingertips brushing the inside of his arm. “See ya,” she said, with a flirty little wave of her fingers.
    Brig watched as she slipped away from him and he had the distinct feeling that he should be relieved to see her go, but he was male enough to appreciate the swing of her hips, the curve of her calves, the nip of her waist, as well as the fleshy tops of her breasts that jiggled as she turned and smiled at him one last time. Headlights, eh? Well, she certainly had hers on high beam all the time. He didn’t understand the game she was playing or why she was determined to make him a part of it, but he guessed that she wanted to tease him, a rich little girl used to male adoration. Look what I’ve got and you can’t have because you’re from the wrong side of the tracks .
    Who needed it?
    His brother, Chase, maybe. Chase liked money. And women. Rich women.
    But then, Chase was an idiot. A good-hearted idiot who worked his butt off to better himself and take care of the family. Brig grimaced. If it weren’t for Chase, Brig would have sole care of their mother and he wasn’t much good at it. Never had been one to express his emotions.
    Angie strolled up to Jed and Bobby. Brig couldn’t hear their conversation, but he didn’t need to. Angie, for all her big talk about not being interested in the “little boys,” was showing off. She laughed and whispered with Jed, letting him touch her waist as she turned back to see if Brig was still watching.
    He wasn’t in the mood. There was a part of him that was interested in Angie—any man would be. But another side of him knew she was the worst kind of trouble a man could find, and that if he were smart, he’d stay away from her. She was too damned manipulative and she was playing Jed and Bobby like they were violins. Those boys were suckered in so badly they were nearly drooling and Angie was eating it up. Like a two-year-old with a forbidden bowl of ice cream.
    He hung the ladder on its pegs. He heard the roar of a powerful engine, then the