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dimples. What was it with this place? Were all the men this good looking, this ridiculously tall? Was it a job requirement?
    “Nice to see you again, honey.”
    She forced a smile, her nerves now twice as bad with all this attention on her. “Yes, you too.”
    The other guy groaned. “Typical.”
    Shay had no idea what he meant, but Adam chuckled. It was rough and deep and kind of dark, but it sent a delightful tingle down her spine. “Unfortunately, in this instance, she’s not mine.”
    Not mine?
    Hugh’s brother perked up and moved closer. “Well, move along then; I was just about to see to her needs.” He winked. “So, what can I do for you?”
    If her face was any hotter, her skin would start melting off. “Hugh? I mean…is he here?”
    The hopeful look on his face dropped then his head tilted to the side, giving her another once over, and he cursed under his breath. “Shit. Sorry, babe, didn’t recognize you out of your Woody’s uniform.” He motioned to her head. “It’s your hair, right? It’s different?”
    She guessed she did look different out of that dreadful uniform, and she’d worn her hair in what she hoped was a cute, retro ponytail today instead of leaving it down.
    Turning his head toward the back of the shop, he half growled, half yelled. “Hugh! Get your ass up here.”
    There was a scrape and a clatter, then a second later, she saw him, walking out from the back of the workshop. He was scowling at his brother, but then his gaze shifted to her, and as soon as he saw her, his expression went blank.
    Oh, dear .
    She locked her knees when they started to shake. His eyes stayed on her as he strode forward. Her gaze drifted over him as he moved. He was wearing pretty much the same clothing as he had the other night. Faded jeans and a T-shirt, this one black, as well, straining over his magnificent chest. There was grease streaked on his cheek and forehead, and when he lifted a hand, running his fingers through his sexily tousled hair, his thick biceps rolled and bunched, stretching the sleeve to the limit.
    She swallowed, hard, fingers flexing around the strap of her bag, and forced another smile. “Hello, Hugh.”
    He stopped in front of her, crossing his heavily muscled arms. “Shay.” His brow scrunched. “What’re you doing here?”
    His voice rumbled through her, lighting fires and setting off tremors in all her erogenous zones. Great, she was getting turned on when he was obviously not happy to see her. So much for his mouth hitting the floor when he saw her in this stupid dress. Not that she wanted that. Of course, she didn’t. Why she’d listened to Jane in the first place, she had no idea. He probably thought she was going to turn all needy and clingy after one night together.
    Desperate. Pathetic.
    Travis’s words echoed in her head.
    She ignored them, forced them down and straightened her spine. Self-preservation kicked in, and a strength she didn’t know she possessed rushed forward. She embraced it. Clung onto it with all she was worth. She knew herself well enough to know it wouldn’t last long. She wasn’t one of those feisty women, full of confidence and attitude, but she still carried enough residual anger from her disaster of a relationship with Travis, enough to get her through this encounter without looking as desperate and pathetic as he thought she was.
    She smiled wider, doing her best to exude confidence, something she most certainly did not feel in that moment. Pulling one of the straps of her bag off her shoulder, she rummaged around until she found his keys. “You left these at my place the other night. I thought they might be important. I’m returning them.”
    His expression changed, softened a little as he took them from her. His grease-covered fingers brushed hers, rough and warm, and she shivered.
    “Thanks, sweetheart. I’ve turned my place upside down looking for them. Forgot I had them with me the other night.”
    Gah! Why did he have to go