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from the back yard and casually glanced that way while I took my time. I could see that his car was jacked up and all I could see of him were his legs and boots sticking out from beneath it. The sound of a socket wrench was comforting and made me think back on times when I was in the yard and it was my father working in the shop. I really missed him.
     
    After carrying in the folded clothes, I hung the wet set from the washer and called “quits” on the laundry for the day. I made some sweet tea and gave it time to cool while I paced the kitchen for a while. I wanted to go out to the garage and help or watch but I had a feeling it would be trouble, at least for my hormones. I wondered what the attraction was. I had a gorgeous boyfriend and we weren’t lacking anything. Murphy was rugged, a little cheesy and…dangerous. That was it. He was dangerous. Greyden was your typical good guy. He could hammer someone’s head if it was necessary but he wouldn’t start a fight or provoke trouble. I always got my way with him and he was easy to boss around. That wasn’t completely a bad thing but I liked a little resistance from time to time. Greyden wasn’t a challenge.
     
    I stopped pacing and mentally slapped myself. I had to stop all this analyzing or I was going to talk myself into some serious trouble. Just as I let it go, there was a knock at the front door. My boots became cement blocks and I stood there staring at the front door for a moment. Finally, I picked up my feet and opened the door. Murphy stood grinning as he wiped his hands on a red, grease smeared rag.
     
    “Want some sweet tea,” I asked as he pulled the screen door open and stepped inside. I turned my back to him and showed him the way to the kitchen. Without an invitation he had a seat at the table and leaned back in the wooden chair. I poured the tea over ice and sat it on the table with the pitcher.
     
    “Thanks,” he said as he began to empty the glass. I could hear ice breaking between his teeth and cringed. It made my own teeth hurt just to listen to it. I hoisted myself onto the kitchen counter and watched him in and his attempt to cool off. He had been working pretty hard for almost two hours now. “Love the shop,” he said as he sat his empty glass down.
     
    “I’m glad. Coming back on Monday,” I asked him and he gave me a quick nod. “I’ll enjoy the company out there,” I added and he nodded again.
     
    “I’ll take care of your truck and then I am going to head out for the weekend. I have other…business to tend to. I will be back in time for work on Monday,” he informed me with that deviant smirk of his. “I’ll show you some tricks with that Bel Air when it arrives. That ought to be a good time.” I liked that he seemed excited about working with me. I was definitely going to appreciate his help with the Bel Air. I could do all the restoration work but I was slow with it. His help would be a major plus.
     
    My legs swung from the counter’s edge and I turned to look out the back window into the backyard where my clothes were drying. With my cheek turned, I could still feel his eyes on me. I was nearly across the room and could feel his heat. A soft electric hum pulled at my ears. Chill bumps flourished over my flesh as I felt what seemed like static fingers touch the nape of my neck. They prickled over my shoulder and down to trace my collar bone.
     
    The phantom touch slid around the outside of my right breast, tracing its curve through the thin cotton of my white shirt. I felt my core quake. My lips parted and I sucked in a deep breath as if I had forgotten to breathe for the last five minutes. Slightly startled by the sensation, I turned to look at Murphy. I felt my face turn red as my eyes found his wicked smirk awaiting me. I tilted my head and narrowed my brow. I was confused. How was he toying with me like this? No better way to find out than to just ask. “How do you do that to me,” I asked quietly but