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thoughts.
    Think acquaintance, BJ. Appealing, heart-shattering, bones-turned-to-jelly, hunk of an acquaintance, but an acquaintance none the less.
    “Wouldn’t it be better if I called a tow truck?” She witnessed a look of humorous disbelief.
    “You don’t think I’m capable of—”
    “Heavens no! You’re more than capable.” Again the heat rushed to her skin flustering her all the more. “What I meant … with two flats well … I only have one spare. I need someone who’ll fix both and quickly if I’m to have any hopes of getting home before midnight.”
    “Boy. You sure have been gone a long time.” He shook his head and uttered a ffueww . “I hate to be the bearer of bad news but Serenity’s only tow truck is Pop Weaver’s dually. And he’s gone fishing. So, it’s either me, or—” He shrugged with a glint in his eyes turning BJ insides out. “—you can wait until Pop returns.”
    “Which will be?” She hoped in an hour or two.
    He pushed his sleeve back, turned his wrist to view his watch, a beguiling smile tugging at his lips. “A week from today.”
    “Oh.” She squinted up at him and sputtered, “That soon, huh?”
    “’Fraid so.”
    Jason’s cocky grin had BJ admitting defeat. “I’ll get my jack.” She hated like everything being forced into this predicament. But since there would be no help coming other than from this infuriatingly handsome man, she’d let him do his thing.
    She walked to the back of her car, unlocked the tire rack working the lock free. Her hands wrapped around the warm metal as she released the pieces. Before she could lift the contraption, two tanned arms, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, reached around her, grabbing the devise from her hands.
    Why does the mere touch of his arm cause a deep well of wanting and an ocean full of regrets?
    She stepped back to give him space, or was she the one who needed space? “This isn’t my first flat, you know. I have changed quite a few due to my off-road shoots.” Two tires? Never . But she wasn’t about to mention that little fact to him.
    “Well, I don’t know about Galveston, but men in these parts don’t leave a woman to change her own tires.” He looked down. “Whatever you ran over must have been a doozy.”
    Her forehead wrinkled in thought. “I don’t remember hitting anything.”
    “Could have been nails or screws. There’s quite a bit of construction going on around town right now. Might as well have a seat.” Jason motioned to the concrete steps she’d walked down earlier. “By the way, I like your choice of vehicle. Have one just like it, only a year older.”
    “Really?”
    He nodded, placed his hat on the hood, then began working.
    She decided to take his suggestion and moved to the steps under the shade. Odd they should both have Jeeps, but then Jeeps are popular especially with guys. She liked hers because it handled well off road where she did most of her photography.
    Her eyes followed his movements, the ripple of his muscles as he labored— get a hold of yourself . She averted her eyes, but they kept straying back to Jason.
    He made short work of getting the Wrangler up, lug nuts off, and spare in place. The man wasn’t afraid of work, she’d give him that much. And he knew economy of motion. BJ appreciated both in a person. And to watch him, bulging muscles, tight thighs, cute rear … pure delight and torture. With his back to her, she could drink up the delectable sight until she was full, if that were possible.
    Get a grip!
    Jason’s long drawn out whistle drew her off the steps and heading in his direction.
    “What?”
    With the tire on the ground, his fingers pushed down then slid across the black rubber then back again. “This doesn’t look good.”
    BJ moved closer, squatting next to him, feeling the warm heat radiating from him, causing her to become more fully aware of Jason’s appeal.
    On the side of the tire a gash ran lengthwise about eight inches. Jason used his