Her gaze stuttered, and she glanced away, crossing her arms, creating distance. “What?”
“That fire behind your eyes, the attitude, that smart fucking mouth. You have no idea how much that shit turns me on.”
Her gaze shot up to his. “Fire? My smart mouth?”
He could tell she was expecting him to say her tits, her ass, her legs. Yeah, all those things turned him on as well, but it was what she kept hidden that twisted him in knots, had him going after her with everything he had. “I want that fire, Foxy. I want all of it.”
She just stared at him. He’d rendered her mute, apparently. Pulling her forward, he opened the door behind her. “Go back to your girls, and I’ll call you tonight?”
She gave him a jerky nod, then with one last look his way, hustled her sweet ass out of there.
And all he could think was, the next few hours better fly by, because he had a phone call to make.
Shit.
Chapter Six
Rusty pulled her favorite stretched-out tank over her head, then after towel drying her long hair, tied it up in a messy bun.
Dragging back the covers, she climbed into bed. It wasn’t that late, but Pipe was reading her latest romance novel and there was nothing on TV. She stacked the pillows behind her, then grabbed her phone from the nightstand to check her email. She was waiting on shipping confirmation for a parts order she needed ASAP and hadn’t had a chance to look all afternoon.
As she scrolled through her unread mail her phone started ringing. Nervous, fluttery excitement hit her low in the belly when she saw Reid’s name flash on the screen.
He’d called the night before, after the car show like he said he would. They’d talked for quite a while, about a lot of different things, but nothing in particular. It’d been nice. Really nice.
She didn’t know what the hell she was doing with him, what it meant, what it was leading to, she just knew she didn’t want to stop doing it.
She hit the call button. “Hey.”
“Hey, baby.”
Gah! Just the sound of his deep, raspy voice, the rough way he said baby, all low and sexy, lifted goose bumps over her skin. “Well, this is a surprise.”
“Yeah? It shouldn’t be.”
A delicious shiver moved through her. Okay, she had no idea what to say to that. “Right.” She sucked in a steadying breath. “So how was your day?” She cringed. Really? That’s all she could come up with?
“Busy, but I didn’t get everything done I needed to. I’ll be playing catch-up tomorrow.” She heard a noise in the background, like a door shutting. “Got you to thank for that.”
“What did I do?”
“Had you in my head all day, thinking about that kiss in the break room. All your fault, woman.”
Oh wow. That gave her another happy shiver. “Nope. That’s all on you. And frankly I’m more amazed you have any work to do at R.I.P., since all your customers are dumping your ass for West’s.”
He chuckled. “Smart ass. And your concern over my current state of mind, which I’ll repeat, is all your fault, warms my heart.”
She laughed, and it sounded kind of breathless.
“What about you,” he asked. “Busy day?”
“Had a Mustang come in today. Needs a bit of work. The guy wants to keep it all original.”
“What year?”
“Sixty-five.”
“Nice. You a Ford girl, Rusty?”
