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“Thank you,” he answers
softly, his eyes green in the cool shadows of the old workshop.
Something pulses in the air between us, a dry static, sharp and hot,
making my pulse kick and my body shiver with awareness. The silence
washes over me, the stillness, so far from town. There’s nobody
here, no-one to stop me if I took a step closer, and ran my hands
over the broad planes of his chest, found those cool, steady lips
with my own—
    Will
looks away. “Now, let’s see about your carburetor,”
he says loudly, and I snap out of it.
    What
are you thinking? I
remind myself, as he collects his tools and heads outside. He’s
off-limits, remember?
    Back
out front, Will opens the hood of my car, then reaches to tinker with
the engine. I decide to keep a safe distance away, back by the house,
but it turns out there’s nowhere on the property safe from his
charms, because after a moment, he notices the grease he’s
getting on his shirt, and pulls it off—balling it into a wad
and tossing it to the ground so he’s just working in his jeans,
his broad shoulders naked under the hot sun.
    Shirtless.
Sweaty. Greasy.
    Be
still my heart.
    I
sit on the dusty porch steps with a thud. He’s not the only one
getting hot now; even though I’m in the shade, I feel my body
flush, watching his muscles ripple under the tanned skin of his
torso.
    What
the . . . ?
    How . . . ?
    I
mean . . . 
    Wow .
    I
swallow, my throat dry. Talk about thirsty; I could watch this guy
work all day, but too soon, he tests the engine, and listens to the
smooth purr. “All done,” he calls over, closing the hood
with a snap. I get to my feet, still way too distracted by the sight
of his gorgeous sweaty body.
    “Thanks,”
I answer, feeling awkward. “That’s the second time you’ve
rescued me now. I promise, it won’t happen again.”
    Will
chuckles. “Don’t worry, no-one would mistake you for a
damsel in distress.”
    “I’ll
take that as a compliment.” I grin.
    He
smiles at me. “Please do.”
    He
strolls over, dangling my keys from one finger. When I reach to take
them, his hand closes around mine for a moment. “Have dinner
with me tonight.”
    I
struggle to keep my cool. “I already told you—”
    “I
know, not your style,” Will finishes, echoing what I told him
before about me and relationships. “But I’m not getting
down on one knee here. Dinner, you and me,” he says again, with
an irresistible smile. “Consider it me collecting on your
offer, back when we first met.”
    “Will . . .”
I murmur, torn. But who am I kidding? I lost this battle the moment
he took his shirt off.
    No,
before then, when I saw what he’s been crafting in that
workshop of his, and realized there’s more to this guy than I
ever imagined.
    “OK,” I say,
snatching my hand back. “One date.”
    Will
grins, triumphant. “That’s what they all say.”
    I
can’t help but laugh. “Someone’s feeling
confident.”
    “Sure.”
Will shrugs, backing away. “But all my confidence is in you.
Pick you up at eight,” he calls, disappearing around the back
before I have a chance to warn him I mean it: one date, that’s
all, no promises, no happy endings—of any kind.
    Who
are you kidding?

 

Seven.
     
    When
my friend Eva was still in denial that her fiancé, Finn, was
the love of her life, she dressed in the most boring, shapeless
clothes possible for their dates together. Now, looking at my
wardrobe trying to get ready for tonight, I finally get where she was
coming from. Everything I have is way too short, too tight, and too
flirty for a night out with Will. For once, getting a guy hot under
the collar is the last thing I want. I change half a dozen times
before finally settling on jeans and a plain red tank top. Still,
when the doorbell rings at eight and I go to let him in, I realize
that my outfit is the least of my problems:
    He
looks good.
    Way
too good.
    Will’s
in a sky-blue button-down and jeans, his hair damp from the