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to ask the owner of the radio if it was okay to even turn it on, he was once again shocked when she started singing along with a song that was a hit long before she was even born… before he was even born for that matter.
    Having caught on to the fact that he was effectively speechless she bumped her antics up a notch by dancing in the seat and singing loudly. “Come on, Sir … its hippie music! Or at least that’s what my brother, Danny, calls it. Everyone likes hippie music… he loves it. Come on, sing with me,” she said between lyrics.
    “I think not, Ms. Carlton,” he replied trying to ignore the fact that she was way too cute… and young … for an old man like him to be ogling. “Besides, this is a trucker song, not a hippie song.”
    “Well, I guess I have other options out on the open road then, if AmyCakes ends up not working out,” she said with a smile. Then she proceeded to surf through more radio channels after the song ended.
    Pulling up along the side of the bank he managed to reach out and grasp her arm when she grabbed up the bank bag and turned to exit the car. He pulled her arm over closer to himself and extracted the bag from her slender fingers and tried to ignore the way touching her made his heart beat faster and the hairs on his arms tingle.
    “I don’t think so, Ms. Carlton. I’ll walk it over and drop it in the box… you stay here,” he said.
    Sighing in resignation she said, “Fine, but I get to pay for dinner then. It’s the least I can do after all. You rocked today, Rusty. I thought Ian said you hadn’t ever done this before?”
    This time when he tried to correct her way of addressing him with the look he’d mastered over the years, she merely looked away from him and out the window of the car instead. He was slightly disappointed at her acquiescence. Some sick part of him kind of enjoyed the way she stood up to him or teased him by calling him Sir or Mr. Hawkins in that derogatory way of hers that made him think of all forms of wickedness and perversion.
    She could think what she wanted but she wouldn’t be paying for his meal or even her own for that matter. Thinking so got her to concede to letting him make the deposit though so he kept his mouth shut for the moment.
    Instead he got out of the car and after scanning the parking lot, the street and the business next door, walked over and dropped the bag in the slot. No sooner had the drop box door closed back shut when he heard music coming from inside of his vehicle. He was almost afraid to turn back around and see what she was doing now but forced himself to.
    Amy was again singing as though she had been a rock star in a former life. The sound coming from his vehicle was so loud Rusty could hear it plainly from outside the car. Walking back over to the driver’s side he jerked the door open and just looked at her. She didn’t stop or even look at him and he could feel his frown deepen.
    God, she was beautiful.
    He just couldn’t bring himself to end her good time, so instead sat in driver’s seat and turned down the radio several notches. She couldn’t sing worth a damn but looking the way she did, no one would pay much attention to that fact anyway. Besides, he liked this song.
    “This song reminds me of you, Sir . You definitely have a little bit of a dark side…” she said between singing lyrics that again were from a song she would have been way too young to remember. John Cafferty he was not, so he again attempted to ignore her antics.
    He found disregarding her extremely hard to do and it was even more difficult to keep from smiling at his own weaknesses where she was concerned. He never smiled… especially now … and certainly not for some young hot thing with way too much energy and sass. She should be dead on her feet after the day they’d just put in but instead she looked like she had found her second wind.
    The reprieve from her station surfing and horrid singing came at last upon parking at a