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“But that’s not the point. At least at the group home I knew what to expect.” Her voice rose against her will. “Now, I’m living under the roof of a complete stranger in a place where I don’t belong—”
“You don’t think you’re worthy of nice things?” Silas asked softly.
Akasha nearly growled, continuing her rant. “If you think you can buy my approval, or make me like you, or whatever, you got another thing coming. I—”
Silas held up a hand. “I think, as things stand, I am indulging you at my own pleasure. Now what is it you were saying about my car? It needs a…” His hand dropped and he shrugged helplessly.
“Clutch,” Akasha finished. “And when’s the last time you changed the oil?” Her eyes narrowed in accusation as she continued. “Or the plugs, the wires, the filters, and all that stuff?”
“I had it looked over when I bought it two years ago.”
She nearly choked in outrage. “Two years ? I would never let it go that long! Why did you buy such a valuable car if you won’t take care of it?”
He shrugged. “I thought it looked nice.”
“ Nice ?” Akasha’s mind swam with baffled outrage at his nonchalance. “Do you know how many people would give their right arm for a car like that? Damn, you think you can just buy anything you want without even understanding it, don’t you?”
Silas’s drowning green gaze met hers as he studied her long and intently. “I think you may be right.”
Somehow she got the feeling he wasn’t only referring to the car. An odd shiver ran through her body. “I am?”
He ran a hand through his silken black hair, suddenly looking tired and pensive. “Yes, so how about we see to the car now?”
Akasha’s heart ached with desire to get under the hood of the Barracuda and get it into its best running condition. Timidly, she offered, “I could take care of it for you, if you’d like.”
Silas gave her another long considering look that made her squirm. “I thought that was a man’s profession.”
Akasha glared at him. “You turn a wrench with your hand, not your dick.” Before he could recover from her words, she asked, “So are you going to let me fix it, or not? Because if I’m going to do this, I need tools.”
He laughed, walked to the door, and grabbed his keys. “Very well. I suppose we may as well go fetch what is needed now. I trust you know where such wares are sold?”
Two hours later they were back in Silas’s garage with over two thousand dollars worth of tools and car parts. Akasha had no idea what the hell happened. Who had won the argument? But then the ‘Cuda’s hood was open and she had a wrench in her hand at last, so she was too happy to give a shit.
Chapter Eight
Silas watched in awe as Akasha operated on his car like a master surgeon. Where had she learned such a skill? Certainly not at the group home. He longed to ask her but held back, not wanting to see her eyes darken again with pain and hostility. For once she seemed at ease with him, alternating between lecturing him on his neglect of vehicle maintenance and commanding him where to point the flashlight. She’d even smiled when the tools had been placed in her hands. The curve of her lips and the dimples in her cheeks took his breath away. It seemed he found the key to her happiness.
“I don’t like the look of this fuel filter,” Akasha said, so close to him he could feel her breath on his ear. “Could you step back a little and shine the light a bit more to the left?”
Silas pointed the beam where she directed. Now her curved backside was turned enticingly toward him, awakening his loins with a torturous vengeance. Her feminine scent, mingled with the smell of oil and tobacco tormented his senses. Silas ran his tongue along his fangs and took a deep shuddering breath. After centuries of experiencing her embrace in his visions, it was now maddening not to touch her.
Akasha held one end of the filter to her nose and sniffed. Her nose
“You don’t think you’re worthy of nice things?” Silas asked softly.
Akasha nearly growled, continuing her rant. “If you think you can buy my approval, or make me like you, or whatever, you got another thing coming. I—”
Silas held up a hand. “I think, as things stand, I am indulging you at my own pleasure. Now what is it you were saying about my car? It needs a…” His hand dropped and he shrugged helplessly.
“Clutch,” Akasha finished. “And when’s the last time you changed the oil?” Her eyes narrowed in accusation as she continued. “Or the plugs, the wires, the filters, and all that stuff?”
“I had it looked over when I bought it two years ago.”
She nearly choked in outrage. “Two years ? I would never let it go that long! Why did you buy such a valuable car if you won’t take care of it?”
He shrugged. “I thought it looked nice.”
“ Nice ?” Akasha’s mind swam with baffled outrage at his nonchalance. “Do you know how many people would give their right arm for a car like that? Damn, you think you can just buy anything you want without even understanding it, don’t you?”
Silas’s drowning green gaze met hers as he studied her long and intently. “I think you may be right.”
Somehow she got the feeling he wasn’t only referring to the car. An odd shiver ran through her body. “I am?”
He ran a hand through his silken black hair, suddenly looking tired and pensive. “Yes, so how about we see to the car now?”
Akasha’s heart ached with desire to get under the hood of the Barracuda and get it into its best running condition. Timidly, she offered, “I could take care of it for you, if you’d like.”
Silas gave her another long considering look that made her squirm. “I thought that was a man’s profession.”
Akasha glared at him. “You turn a wrench with your hand, not your dick.” Before he could recover from her words, she asked, “So are you going to let me fix it, or not? Because if I’m going to do this, I need tools.”
He laughed, walked to the door, and grabbed his keys. “Very well. I suppose we may as well go fetch what is needed now. I trust you know where such wares are sold?”
Two hours later they were back in Silas’s garage with over two thousand dollars worth of tools and car parts. Akasha had no idea what the hell happened. Who had won the argument? But then the ‘Cuda’s hood was open and she had a wrench in her hand at last, so she was too happy to give a shit.
Chapter Eight
Silas watched in awe as Akasha operated on his car like a master surgeon. Where had she learned such a skill? Certainly not at the group home. He longed to ask her but held back, not wanting to see her eyes darken again with pain and hostility. For once she seemed at ease with him, alternating between lecturing him on his neglect of vehicle maintenance and commanding him where to point the flashlight. She’d even smiled when the tools had been placed in her hands. The curve of her lips and the dimples in her cheeks took his breath away. It seemed he found the key to her happiness.
“I don’t like the look of this fuel filter,” Akasha said, so close to him he could feel her breath on his ear. “Could you step back a little and shine the light a bit more to the left?”
Silas pointed the beam where she directed. Now her curved backside was turned enticingly toward him, awakening his loins with a torturous vengeance. Her feminine scent, mingled with the smell of oil and tobacco tormented his senses. Silas ran his tongue along his fangs and took a deep shuddering breath. After centuries of experiencing her embrace in his visions, it was now maddening not to touch her.
Akasha held one end of the filter to her nose and sniffed. Her nose
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