clear. Jane had
ducked into Austin's car, and Sara wanted to give them a good head
start before following. The spot beside her was empty, which meant
Jack had already left. Should she try to find him or leave him
alone for a while? How would she find him? He didn't drink so he
probably wouldn't be at the bar. Maybe he'd gone straight home.
Not far from the school, she caught sight of
a familiar red Mustang on the side of the road. Jack bent under the
open hood, soaking wet.
Now that's a sight to behold.
His shirt was plastered to his body,
perfectly formed to every angle and plane, and rain dripped from
his long hair into his eyes as he examined the dead engine. He
flipped his hair out of the way, and she watched it flow down his
muscular back. His jeans clung to his ass.
Wow. What am I doing here again? Oh yeah,
help the man.
"Hi handsome. Want a ride?"
The scowl on his face disappeared. "That's my
line, beautiful."
"My car isn't as pretty as yours, but it
runs."
He rolled his eyes. "I'll take it." He
slammed the hood shut and jumped in her car. "Thank you."
"No problem." She looked back at the lonely
Mustang. "Will it be all right there?"
Jack huffed. "Good luck to anyone trying to
steal it."
At his apartment, they scurried across the
parking lot and slammed the door against the pouring rain. "I can't
believe this weather." She wrung out her hair, her rain-soaked
denim shorts so snug she couldn't get her car keys in her pocket.
She just dropped them on the coffee table.
"Let me get you a towel." He dripped across
the living room and pulled a fluffy towel from the closet. "I'm
gonna change clothes real quick. I'll try to find something dry for
you." His bedroom door closed.
"Thanks." Why the privacy? She knew
what he looked like naked, and she'd love to see that again. Maybe
he was still shy in this new relationship... or whatever they had
going on.
"I found this for you." He handed her a blue
long-sleeved button-down shirt. "It'll keep you covered. My pants
would fall right off you."
"Would that be a bad thing?"
"Not at all." His gaze wandered down her
body. "You can change in my room."
"Okay." She thought about leaving the door
open, but no, if she couldn't watch him take off his clothes, she
wasn't stripping for him either. She pushed it shut and looked
around.
Trophies, posters, and assorted memorabilia
showed her what Jack loved—football, baseball, and muscle cars—but
no family photos. In her tiny room, photos of her parents, her
sisters, her many nieces and nephews, and tons of friends cluttered
every surface. He only had one small framed snapshot of him and his
mother stuck in a back corner on his desk.
No clues to his past here.
She pulled off her wet clothes and bra and
draped them over a chair. Her panties remained relatively dry so
she kept them, and pulled on his huge shirt, buttoning it up to the
collar. After taking a look in the mirror, she decided to undo a
few buttons at the top and the bottom. That'll get his
attention.
"This is much better, thank you." She stood
in the living room barefoot, hair damp, and barely buttoned.
He looked up from the fridge and caught his
breath. "My shirt never looked so good." His gaze slid over her
body as he checked her out again, not the least bit shy about
it.
She leaned back against the couch, crossing
her legs to reveal a bit of thigh. Not fair, but maybe he would
talk more easily with his brain slightly off-kilter. "So where did
you get old reliable?"
He handed her a bottle of water, a puzzled
look on his face. "Oh, the car." He opened his own water and took a
drink. "My grandfather gave it to me when I went to college. Told
me it was a chick magnet."
"Really?"
"Yeah, he's a dirty old man." Jack grinned
affectionately. "He met my grandmother in it and they've been
together ever since."
"That's sweet."
"He's the original owner, and he made me
promise to treat it well."
"Is he your mother's father or your
father's?" she said casually.
"My
ducked into Austin's car, and Sara wanted to give them a good head
start before following. The spot beside her was empty, which meant
Jack had already left. Should she try to find him or leave him
alone for a while? How would she find him? He didn't drink so he
probably wouldn't be at the bar. Maybe he'd gone straight home.
Not far from the school, she caught sight of
a familiar red Mustang on the side of the road. Jack bent under the
open hood, soaking wet.
Now that's a sight to behold.
His shirt was plastered to his body,
perfectly formed to every angle and plane, and rain dripped from
his long hair into his eyes as he examined the dead engine. He
flipped his hair out of the way, and she watched it flow down his
muscular back. His jeans clung to his ass.
Wow. What am I doing here again? Oh yeah,
help the man.
"Hi handsome. Want a ride?"
The scowl on his face disappeared. "That's my
line, beautiful."
"My car isn't as pretty as yours, but it
runs."
He rolled his eyes. "I'll take it." He
slammed the hood shut and jumped in her car. "Thank you."
"No problem." She looked back at the lonely
Mustang. "Will it be all right there?"
Jack huffed. "Good luck to anyone trying to
steal it."
At his apartment, they scurried across the
parking lot and slammed the door against the pouring rain. "I can't
believe this weather." She wrung out her hair, her rain-soaked
denim shorts so snug she couldn't get her car keys in her pocket.
She just dropped them on the coffee table.
"Let me get you a towel." He dripped across
the living room and pulled a fluffy towel from the closet. "I'm
gonna change clothes real quick. I'll try to find something dry for
you." His bedroom door closed.
"Thanks." Why the privacy? She knew
what he looked like naked, and she'd love to see that again. Maybe
he was still shy in this new relationship... or whatever they had
going on.
"I found this for you." He handed her a blue
long-sleeved button-down shirt. "It'll keep you covered. My pants
would fall right off you."
"Would that be a bad thing?"
"Not at all." His gaze wandered down her
body. "You can change in my room."
"Okay." She thought about leaving the door
open, but no, if she couldn't watch him take off his clothes, she
wasn't stripping for him either. She pushed it shut and looked
around.
Trophies, posters, and assorted memorabilia
showed her what Jack loved—football, baseball, and muscle cars—but
no family photos. In her tiny room, photos of her parents, her
sisters, her many nieces and nephews, and tons of friends cluttered
every surface. He only had one small framed snapshot of him and his
mother stuck in a back corner on his desk.
No clues to his past here.
She pulled off her wet clothes and bra and
draped them over a chair. Her panties remained relatively dry so
she kept them, and pulled on his huge shirt, buttoning it up to the
collar. After taking a look in the mirror, she decided to undo a
few buttons at the top and the bottom. That'll get his
attention.
"This is much better, thank you." She stood
in the living room barefoot, hair damp, and barely buttoned.
He looked up from the fridge and caught his
breath. "My shirt never looked so good." His gaze slid over her
body as he checked her out again, not the least bit shy about
it.
She leaned back against the couch, crossing
her legs to reveal a bit of thigh. Not fair, but maybe he would
talk more easily with his brain slightly off-kilter. "So where did
you get old reliable?"
He handed her a bottle of water, a puzzled
look on his face. "Oh, the car." He opened his own water and took a
drink. "My grandfather gave it to me when I went to college. Told
me it was a chick magnet."
"Really?"
"Yeah, he's a dirty old man." Jack grinned
affectionately. "He met my grandmother in it and they've been
together ever since."
"That's sweet."
"He's the original owner, and he made me
promise to treat it well."
"Is he your mother's father or your
father's?" she said casually.
"My
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