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recently plowed parking lot.
The hood had a raised center. The car was old. Not the vintage collector’s old, but the seventies or eighties kind of old. She knew nothing about cars.
Tyler jogged around and unlocked her door. “Pretty cool, ‘eh?”
She slipped into the passenger seat as he came around the car to his. “It’s, uh, interesting.”
He turned the engine a few times before it finally kicked in and roared to life. “Interesting?” He ran his hand over the dashboard. “She’s a beauty.”
Noticing the Ford emblem on the steering wheel she shrugged. “I’m sorry. What is it?”
“It?” Tyler tutted and shook his head. “It’s a she. She’s a nineteen-eighty Ford Mustang Cobra.”
“It’s a Mustang?” She hadn’t noticed the horse on the front of the hood, just the raised center part.
He nodded.
At least the seats were cloth instead of pleather. Otherwise, she would be freezing her butt off even more than the shivering she was doing at that moment. With all the goose bumps the cold air was giving her, she’d have to shave again soon.
Tyler put the car into drive and spun the tires as he pulled out of the parking lot.
Aileen grabbed the dashboard, positive the car was going to slide into a ditch or tip over.
“It’s got winter tires, and just because it’s from the eighties doesn’t mean it’s going to fall apart.” He laughed. “I bought it with next to no miles on it. I’ve had it since I started my first year of university. I’d saved up for school and when I got a scholarship, I treated myself.” He slowed down and turned the heater on high. “I bought it in Texas and drove it up here. It was a friend of my mom’s. She had gone through this nasty divorce way back. Her husband had cheated on her and all that crap. She ended up with the house and his car. She kept it in the garage for almost twenty years. When she heard I was car shopping, she told my mom she had something I might like. So I got a steal of a deal, worked on it all summer, then drove it up here.”
“Is it a chick magnet, like you hoped?” She giggled and leaned away from him as she teased him.
“Pardon?” He kept his eyes on the road, but glanced at her through his peripheral vision.
“Wasn’t that your hope? That the car would attract chicks like a magnet?” She had no idea what she thought it was so funny. Maybe the pent up frustration from inside the weight room had messed with her head. “It seems more like a grandpa car to me.”
“What?” You’re kiddin’, right?” He tenderly touched the dashboard again. “Don’t listen to her, baby. She doesn’t know what she’s talking about!”
Aileen burst out laughing again. “You talk to her?” She brought her hand across the dashboard from the window toward the radio. “I hope he treats you well, grandma.” Her hand accidently brushed against his. A shock sparked when they connected and ran up her arm. She jerked her hand away in surprise and then tried to cover it up by slipping both her hands under her legs and sitting on them. She pretended to shiver, but it had nothing to do with the cold.
Tyler turned the heater up higher. “She’s not a grandma,” he insisted.
Aileen tried not to smile, but the more she tried the more she couldn’t stop laughter from escaping. “Sorry. Do… you… call her N-Nanny, then?”
They came to a red light. Tyler stopped the car and shifted so he was completely facing her.
She noticed he was trying to keep a straight face but the corners of his mouth kept turning up.
“This baby is not a grandma, or a nanny or gran or anything related to that. She’s a sleek, revved up, hot—” He paused when the car suddenly stalled.
Aileen fell back against her seat, a fit a giggles were now making her ab muscles sore. “You were saying?”
He turned the key in the ignition and luckily it kicked back to life instantly. “Can’t even back me, baby?” he mumbled to the car.
It only made her laugh
The hood had a raised center. The car was old. Not the vintage collector’s old, but the seventies or eighties kind of old. She knew nothing about cars.
Tyler jogged around and unlocked her door. “Pretty cool, ‘eh?”
She slipped into the passenger seat as he came around the car to his. “It’s, uh, interesting.”
He turned the engine a few times before it finally kicked in and roared to life. “Interesting?” He ran his hand over the dashboard. “She’s a beauty.”
Noticing the Ford emblem on the steering wheel she shrugged. “I’m sorry. What is it?”
“It?” Tyler tutted and shook his head. “It’s a she. She’s a nineteen-eighty Ford Mustang Cobra.”
“It’s a Mustang?” She hadn’t noticed the horse on the front of the hood, just the raised center part.
He nodded.
At least the seats were cloth instead of pleather. Otherwise, she would be freezing her butt off even more than the shivering she was doing at that moment. With all the goose bumps the cold air was giving her, she’d have to shave again soon.
Tyler put the car into drive and spun the tires as he pulled out of the parking lot.
Aileen grabbed the dashboard, positive the car was going to slide into a ditch or tip over.
“It’s got winter tires, and just because it’s from the eighties doesn’t mean it’s going to fall apart.” He laughed. “I bought it with next to no miles on it. I’ve had it since I started my first year of university. I’d saved up for school and when I got a scholarship, I treated myself.” He slowed down and turned the heater on high. “I bought it in Texas and drove it up here. It was a friend of my mom’s. She had gone through this nasty divorce way back. Her husband had cheated on her and all that crap. She ended up with the house and his car. She kept it in the garage for almost twenty years. When she heard I was car shopping, she told my mom she had something I might like. So I got a steal of a deal, worked on it all summer, then drove it up here.”
“Is it a chick magnet, like you hoped?” She giggled and leaned away from him as she teased him.
“Pardon?” He kept his eyes on the road, but glanced at her through his peripheral vision.
“Wasn’t that your hope? That the car would attract chicks like a magnet?” She had no idea what she thought it was so funny. Maybe the pent up frustration from inside the weight room had messed with her head. “It seems more like a grandpa car to me.”
“What?” You’re kiddin’, right?” He tenderly touched the dashboard again. “Don’t listen to her, baby. She doesn’t know what she’s talking about!”
Aileen burst out laughing again. “You talk to her?” She brought her hand across the dashboard from the window toward the radio. “I hope he treats you well, grandma.” Her hand accidently brushed against his. A shock sparked when they connected and ran up her arm. She jerked her hand away in surprise and then tried to cover it up by slipping both her hands under her legs and sitting on them. She pretended to shiver, but it had nothing to do with the cold.
Tyler turned the heater up higher. “She’s not a grandma,” he insisted.
Aileen tried not to smile, but the more she tried the more she couldn’t stop laughter from escaping. “Sorry. Do… you… call her N-Nanny, then?”
They came to a red light. Tyler stopped the car and shifted so he was completely facing her.
She noticed he was trying to keep a straight face but the corners of his mouth kept turning up.
“This baby is not a grandma, or a nanny or gran or anything related to that. She’s a sleek, revved up, hot—” He paused when the car suddenly stalled.
Aileen fell back against her seat, a fit a giggles were now making her ab muscles sore. “You were saying?”
He turned the key in the ignition and luckily it kicked back to life instantly. “Can’t even back me, baby?” he mumbled to the car.
It only made her laugh
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