Read Revving Her Up for Free Online

over to the right side. “And there’s the busted one.”
    The rod on the right side was bent down at a sharp angle. That explained why the wheel was sticking out.
    Cole stepped back. The spot where his hand had rested felt cool, her entire back chilled. “I think that’s all that’s wrong,” he said, “but I want to check one more thing.” He picked a long-handled tool off a worktable.
    Sarah nodded as if she had a clue as to what he was talking about and moved away. She needed to put some distance between herself and this man. She needed to get a grip before she did something embarrassing. Like dragging him into the nearest backseat.
    With mingled relief and regret, she recalled that none of the cars in the garage had backseats.
    Cole stepped back from her car and nodded. “Yup, that’s it. We’ll have to replace a couple of things and fine-tune your alignment, but that’s all. You really got lucky. It could have been worse.”
    “A lot worse,” Mike said. “But you’re lucky. Cole’ll fix you right up.”
    If only. But they were referring to the car. “Great. So, you can fix it.”
    “I’ve fixed cars a lot worse off than yours,” Cole said with a laugh as he clamped the tool on to something behind the Porsche’s front wheel. “You’ll be ready to go in no time.”
    Ready to go? As in car fixed and out of here?
    Sarah watched the play of muscles across Cole’s back as he grabbed the long handle with both hands and pulled. His biceps strained with the effort and her breath caught in her throat. Her fingers twitched, eager to feel the strength in those limbs. To touch those rock-hard planes. To discover if he really was the cure she’d been looking for…
    She shook herself mentally. What was she thinking? Relaxation was the cure, not some mysterious mechanic from Nowheres-ville. No matter how hot he was—or how hot he made her—she wasn’t willing to put her instant attraction to this man to the test. The risk was too great. After all, she’d been attracted to each of her previous lovers and look what had happened. Or rather, what hadn’t.
    Why would things be any different with Cole?
    With that depressing thought, Sarah tamped down the last embers of her desire and looked at the clock on the garage’s back wall. It was almost five. “How long do you think it will take you to fix my car?” She mentally calculated the remaining distance to the spa. If she left by eight, she’d still be able to make the late check-in…
    “A couple of hours.” Cole rolled his shoulders in a way that made Sarah’s insides do somersaults. “Once we get the part.”
    “Great.” She was trying to recall where she’d left her purse when his words penetrated. “Get the part? You mean you don’t have it here?”
    Mike laughed. “No, ma’am. Porsches have special everything. Not much call for them around here.”
    She failed to see what was so funny. “When will it arrive? I have a reservation at The Spa at Westwood. They’re expecting me tonight.”
    “The part will have to be sent over from Richmond,” Cole said. He had a look of sympathy on his face. “That ain’t happening today, darlin’. Sorry.”
    Now that she had decided that it was best to go, she couldn’t. An unfamiliar feeling of panic gripped her. “Not leave tonight?” Her voice cracked. “You mean I’m stuck here?”
    “I’m afraid so,” Cole said. Mike nodded his agreement.
    “But where will I stay? Is there even a motel in this town?”
    Cole opened his mouth to speak, but Mike let out a startled yelp, his gaze on the clock. “Man, is that the time? I gotta get the truck back to the shop.”
    Cole held out a hand to the mechanic. “Thanks for getting the car down here, Mike. Sorry for keeping you so long.”
    “No problem, man,” Mike said as the men shook hands. “Really. And thanks for letting me watch you work. It was awesome.”
    “Watch?” Cole swung an arm around the other man’s shoulders. “You were a big