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lovable as you think you are, you might be as scary to Megan as Leanne is to me. You might be better not subjecting her to the full force of your charm all at once.”
    Michael nodded. He already understood that. “Thanks, mate. I'm a clown not an idiot.”
    Ben grinned. “I know that, bud. Sorry. Maybe I am being nagging old Uncle Ben after all. I'd just hate to see you screw it up.”
    Michael looked him in the eye. “This is about mistakes you already made, not mistakes I might make, right?”
    Ben shrugged. “Maybe. Have a great night. I'll catch up with you tomorrow.”
    Michael caught up with him as he walked back down the driveway. “Sorry, mate.”
    “It's okay. You're probably right.”
    Michael felt bad. “What do you say, want to help me work on the old Cadillac tomorrow afternoon? I want to get her all tuned up and ready to roll again. It'd be like old times, you and me spending a Sunday afternoon under the old girl's hood.”
    Ben smiled. “Sure, why not.”

Chapter Four
    M egan ran back upstairs to check the mirror one more time. She was tempted to change back into her jeans before Michael arrived. She felt comfortable in her jeans. Safe. The skirt she was wearing went all the way down to her feet, skimmed the top of her boots, but still she wasn't sure. Missy had loved the outfit they'd put together. She wore a plain white peasant top with the full, tan-colored skirt and cowboy boots. She was all covered up, but she felt exposed. Missy had wanted her to leave her hair down, but that was just too much. She'd conceded a little by fastening it into a looser bun than she normally wore, even letting a few wisps escape around her neck, but that was as far as it went. She picked up her glasses from the dresser and put them on to inspect herself.
    She had to smile. She looked...pretty! She really did. She'd put on a tiny swipe of mascara and a smear of the only lipstick she owned, the one Kenzie had bought her two years ago. She'd also fastened those big gold hoops to her ears, another gift from Kenzie. She wondered what her sister would think if she could see her now. She'd probably tell her she looked like a wild gypsy girl. She shook her head. As if! She, Megan Reid, could never be considered wild. But for this one night, this one date , with the handsome Michael, she could at least dream. Heck, if she could just manage not to stutter she'd be doing well.
    She jumped when she heard a knock on the door. How on earth had that happened? Where was Ollie? He never let anyone get through the front gate before he started his barking and threatening. She ran down the stairs to find him whining and wagging, pawing at the front door. What the heck was going on with him? She opened the door and heard herself gasp. Michael stood there holding a beautiful bunch of cream colored roses. But it wasn't the flowers that made her gasp, it was the sight of him. He was wearing a white shirt and faded blue jeans. He looked totally...what? Cool! That was the word for him. He was just cool. Like the boys in high school. The ones who had never even noticed that little bookworm Megan was alive. Michael was certainly noticing her though, and apparently liking what he saw. That dimple sat next to a broad grin as he held out the flowers.
    “I hope you like them.”
    “I...I...I.” Oh no! Was she really going to ruin this by not being able to speak to him? She took the flowers and a deep breath. “Thank you. I do. They're lovely.”
    He winked at her. “Lovely flowers for a lovely lady.”
    Her cheeks felt like they must match her lipstick. She quickly turned away. “I'll just put them in some water.”
    He followed her through to the kitchen with Ollie still wagging around his legs. “Hey, Ollie. It's good to see you too, mate. Not much of a guard dog though, are you?”
    Megan turned back to him as she filled a vase with water. “I can't believe he didn't bark when you came through the gate. He never lets anyone get to the