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curious about her, too.
    This
could be interesting… 
    ***

Silken
was a fast driver.  No matter that all she was driving was a staid-looking
Volvo sedan, she was eating up the highway, nearly leaving him in the dust. 
Max had driven her back to his office where she’d hopped into her car and told
him to follow her.  He’d thought she would be put-putting along but no such
thing.  This girl needed a NASCAR racetrack of her own.
    Twenty
minutes later they were pulling into a yard where at least half a dozen cars
were parked, some with their hoods open.  As Max drove further in he realized
they were at an auto repair shop.  She hadn’t told him she needed to drop off
her car but he didn’t have a problem with that.  He didn’t mind giving her a
ride to her office.  Heck, he would love it.  This girl was growing on him real
fast.
    She
pulled the Volvo into an empty parking space then waved him over to park beside
her.  She hopped out of her car and walked over to stand by his door.  “Slowpoke,”
she teased, grinning down at him.
    He
cocked an eyebrow at her.  “You surprised me,” he said and he meant it.  “For
someone driving a Volvo I definitely didn’t expect you to tear up the road like
that.  Do you always drive that fast or were you showing off?”
    “Oh,
that’s my sister’s car,” she said with a toss of her head.  “I drive a Corvette
but the guys were working on it this morning.  And yes, I always drive that
fast.”  Then she gave him an impudent look.  “Think I can give Danica Patrick a
run for her money?”
    That
made him laugh.  “You want to test a world class NASCAR champion?  You’re
nothing, if not ambitious."
    She
laughed, too.  “No taxes on dreaming, right?”  Then she stepped back and tilted
her chin toward the tiny building with the sign that read ‘Steady Auto At Your
Service’.  “Come on,” she said.  “Let’s go see what Suave’s up to.”
    He’d
opened the door and was hauling himself out of the convertible when her words
made him frown.  He looked at the building then back at her.  “This is the
business you were telling me about?  The one you and your sister set up?”
    “Yup. 
So if you ever need auto service in Cupertino, you know where to come.”
    “An
auto shop?”  He looked around.  “What do you know about…” he began then he
stopped himself, realizing how patronizing he was sounding.  That was not the
kind of question to ask a woman, not in the twenty-first century.  And
definitely not a woman like the one standing in front of him, her face
beginning to show just a hint of annoyance.  “That’s pretty cool,” he said
smoothly, taking his eyes off her to look around the yard.  That was when he
noticed the two men at the far end of the lot with their heads and half their
bodies stuck under the hood of a Land Rover SUV.  “Your staff?” he asked, more
as a way of diverting her attention from his blunder than anything else.
    “Yeah,”
she said, her face clearing.  “That’s Bill and Keith.  They’ve been with us
since we opened shop.”  She started walking toward the building, leaving him to
follow.  “The guys and I,” she said as she led the way, “we’re a team.  Rain or
shine, we’re out here working on cars.  Suave, she keeps everything else
running smoothly, handling the paperwork, the advertising, client calls, that
sort of thing.  Me, I like to be outside in the thick of things.”
    That,
Max could believe.  Silken didn’t strike him as the bookish type.  She had
‘tomboy’ stamped all over her and that building they called their office would
certainly not contain her.  He could tell.  Silken, a demure office flower?  Not
happening.
    When
they got to the building he held the glass door open for her and she stepped
in.
    “Hey,
Suave,” Silken called out.  “I’m here and I’ve got a visitor.”
    As
Max stepped in behind her he heard a rustling of papers and from behind a