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Three
     
    The third time Sherry ran into Eli and Simon was when her car broke down at a rest stop on the NY State Thruway. She cursed the old piece of junk. She wasn't far from the Woodbury outlets, just over the border from New Jersey where she was supposed to be meeting up with some friends.
    Fat chance of that, she thought bitterly. So much for a fun weekend. They'd planned on staying in a hotel overnight and then driving to Niagara Falls the next day. She wasn't going to make it. When she pulled into this stupid rest stop everything was fine. When she tried to start her car again, the engine wouldn't turn over. She was stuck. And it was late. Nervous, she glanced up at the sky, startled by how many stars glared down at her. The sun was just setting but it was already dark enough to see constellations. Shit.
    "Gorgeous, aren't they?"
    Sherry jumped as a strangely familiar male voice spoke from behind her. Her heart knocked against her ribs as fear shot through her. Except, wait. Was that Simon? She spun around. Whoa. He and Eli stood next to a sleek little Mercedes Roadster. Red, of course. Even in the darkness Sherry could tell that car was way more expensive than hers. Hell, it was probably more expensive than her mother's house .
    "Simon? Eli? What are you doing here?" she asked, still staring at their car. Never in a million years did she think she'd run into them again. And never in a million years would she have thought they could afford to drive something like that. Or wear zillion-dollar Italian suits, holy crap. All the clothes she'd seen Eli wear were frayed and ripped. And while Simon usually had on things that hadn't been attacked by badgers, his t-shirts and shorts were normal, everyday clothes. Not designer threads. What the hell?
    "We're headed home from a business trip up in Albany," Eli explained. He pocketed his keys and walked over to Sherry. He peered down into the open hood of her car. "It looks like a grease bomb exploded in there."
    Sherry wrinkled her forehead. Eli wore a dark grey suit with a light purple shirt and dark purple tie. It fit him really, really well. Even in the dark she could see how the purple complemented his green eyes. She glanced at Simon who was smiling at them. His suit was black. He wore it with a crisp white shirt and dark blue tie. He looked delicious. She was officially confused. How could they afford those clothes and that car?
    "Yeah, well, I'm not in the habit of washing the inside of my car's engine. It won't start." She threw a black look at her old, beat-up Chevy Cavalier. It didn't so much as tick back at her. Stupid thing.
    "Well we can give you a hand with that," Simon said, walking over to their Mercedes and popping the trunk. He rummaged around and Sherry stared at his ass. His jacket covered most of it. Pity.
    She glanced up at Eli and found him staring at Simon's ass too. Whoa. When Simon stood up again, jumper cables in hand, Eli's eyes darted away. Hmm. Clearly they hadn't worked out that mutual attraction thing they had going on the last time she saw them.
    Simon threw the cables at Eli, who caught them neatly. "I'm just going to pull up the car so these reach your engine," Simon said as he slid into the driver's seat.
    Sherry nodded and leaned back against her Chevy. It was dusty, but her jeans certainly wouldn't care. She'd already ripped out one knee crawling around on the ground trying to figure out what was wrong. She thought back to the kiss she'd forced Eli and Simon into at the booth last month and blushed. Shit. That kiss was the hottest, most insane thing she'd ever seen. She wasn't sure why, but seeing two sexy men kiss like that right up close really turned her on. She glanced at Eli, wondering if he could tell she was blushing only to catch him looking at her, a strange look on his face.
    "You okay?" she asked, biting her lip. The setting sun made his eyes look so freaking green. She couldn't help staring at him. The slight bit of stubble