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I shrugged one shoulder, darting a quick glance between us. Couldn’t see a darn thing past his chest. And I’d almost gotten to the good part.
“Get enough of a look?”
Heat flooded me. This morning had not gone to plan at all. Not that I’d had one, but if I had, it wouldn’t have been this.
“Might want to see about getting that door fixed.” His eyes flared a fraction before he strode out of the shower.
“I thought you were the handyman,” I called after him. Apparently, my voice did still work.
“I’m expensive.” He sounded farther away.
“Don’t you dare come in on me in the shower again.” Oh,nowI was bold?
“It’s seven forty-five,” he yelled.
“Crap.”
Now I actually would be late, because of that jerk.
Who had his hands on my naked body.
Twice.
What the hell just happened?
Chapter Two
Holt
I’d lost my mind.
That was the only viable explanation I’d come up with after eight hours under the hood of one car or another. What kind of asshole walked in uninvited on a woman in the shower? One that had up until a few months ago lived in an abused women’s shelter for reasons unknown.
I dropped the wrench in my hand. It fell to the concrete floor with a satisfying clatter and I rolled out from underneath the 70s model Ford truck.
“Good as new.” I sprang to my feet and wiped my hands down my coveralls.
“Um, excuse me.” A lady peered into the garage area through the doorway from the waiting lobby. Her eyes darted around. She clutched the door handle like it was her life line.
“Hi.” I smiled and strolled around the truck I’d been working on. “Can I help you?”
“My-my brakes are smoking.” She hadn’t released the door handle yet.
“You parked in the drive?” I lifted my chin in that direction. She nodded. “Let’s go take a look.”
Once we were outside, sure enough her right front brake was smoking. I squatted down by her tire and inspected it. “Any grinding?” I asked.
“No. Just this.”
“Pretty sure your calipers are locking. We replace that and she should be good as new.” I patted the tire before I straightened.
“You mean I don’t need a new set of brakes and rotors?” Now she had her purse strap in her fist. I hated how uncomfortable she seemed.
“From what I see, nope. We can replace just the one, but it would be better to take care of both.”
“How much is a caliper?”
“Rough guess? About two hundred bucks.”
