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don’t trust him.”
    “If you trust me, it shouldn’t matter whether you trust him or not.” The drum in my head pounded double time. I hated relationship drama.
    “He’s bigger and stronger than you.”
    Squeezing my eyes shut, I twisted around in the seat to face him, and opened them. “So?”
    “The stronger males always get the girls.” Nick’s grip on the steering wheel turned his knuckles white, and a muscle twitched in his clenched jaw.
    “Oh, wait a minute. Is this a shifter thing? Because human women don’t necessarily pick the big, strong guys. A lot pick the smart guys, and not every smart guy is big and strong. Besides, I’m not a shifter.”
    He chewed that over for a minute. “They really don’t?”
    “Maybe they do in your pack, and yeah, I guess the club scene’s full of girls going after the good-looking types, but that’s not necessarily reality the world over, okay?” God, I hoped this would put an end to his jealousy toward Logan. It was completely irrational.
    Sure, Logan was good-looking and I’d noticed. More than once. But we were just friends, and I was dating Nick. I’d told an elf interested in me that Nick was my boyfriend. An elf!
    Okay, that particular elf, gorgeous as he was, had a problem being truthful and had nearly gotten me killed, making me Number One on the demon hit list, but still. I probably could’ve had him for a boyfriend if I wanted to, and hello? Gorgeous elf.
    Aware Nick hadn’t said anything, I frowned. “That doesn’t mean I don’t think you’re good-looking. You’re a heaping helping of hot and sexy.”
    He half-smiled. “Thanks.”
    “Besides, do you honestly think Logan would try to, I don’t even know how to word it. Um…force me into a relationship with him? Exactly how would he go about doing that, what with my being psychic and all?”
    His shoulders hunched a bit. “I don’t know. I guess I didn’t think about that.”
    I unbuckled my seat belt and scooted over. “I’m with you, okay? You’re my guy. Quit being jealous. It pisses me off.”
    “I’m sorry.”
    “Apology accepted.” I kissed his cheek while buckling the lap belt. “Just look at him the same way you do Damian and David. He’s a friend, that’s all.”
    “I’ll try.” He put his arm around my shoulders. “I’m sorry.”
    “You already said that.”
    “I’m saying it again.”
    I laughed and put my head on his shoulder. It looked like our drama bout was over. “Then I guess I’ll accept it again.”
     
     
    ***
     
     
    When we arrived at the garage, Nick pulled into the drive of the first bay door, which was open. I got out on his side instead of scooting back over, and looked around for my car. The four vehicles I could see were larger than my “little tin can,” as Nick called my beloved 280ZX.
    Logan came around the front of the truck, a clipboard in hand. “I need you to sign these, and if you want, come take a look at my progress.”
    “Sure.” I took the clipboard and pen he offered, following as he set off for the far end of the garage. Nick touched my back, steering me past a pair of legs sticking out from under a car, while I signed the first purchase order.
    “Well, what do you think?”
    I looked up from the clipboard at Logan’s question, and my mouth fell open. Closing it, I squealed and shoved the clipboard into Nick’s hands. “My baby!”
    My car sat gleaming in the afternoon sun coming in through a high-set window. Even the tires shone. I hurried around it, touching the smooth, root beer brown metallic paint and peering into the windows. The only sounds I could make were oohs and ahhs between excited squeaks.
    He’d brought my car back to life. Not a scratch or dent marred its metal hide. The interior smelled like new car when I flung the driver’s door open and sank behind the wheel.
    The only thing different was the stereo. It wasn’t stock, but having considered upgrading it before, that wasn’t a problem. Noticing the