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elastic and underwire.
    She
searched for a way to end this excruciating moment. "Hey, let's not
forget about the hovercraft." She forced a smile. "Isn't that what
you guys came to see? Let's go on out to the garage and check it out!"
    "In a minute,"
Charlie said. "First I want to examine ..."
    "Charlie." She
couldn't bear this another second.
    "...
your converter." He brushed past a purple bra as if he hadn't even seen
it. Then he crouched down beside the large stainless steel contraption she'd
rigged up—thanks to more finds on eBay—to distill her fuel. "This is wild,
Eve. Absolutely wild."
    Rick shook his head. "Charlie,
you are such a nerd."
    And that, Eve realized, was
why she found Charlie irresistible.
    The
discussion with Eve in the car had stimulated every one of Charlie's nerve
endings, including the ones connected to the playground equipment below his
belt. Some guys got excited when a woman talked dirty. Charlie got excited when
a woman talked nerdy.
    Discovering
this side of Eve was like opening up the wall of a cute little cottage and
finding it wired to support NASA's flight center. It got him hot.
    Now
this underwear display had added jet fuel to the blaze. Surrounded by Eve's
lingerie, he couldn't help but imagine her wearing those jewel like pieces of
silk and lace, and his brain was on tilt. Or maybe it was the blood draining
south that made him so fuzzy that all he could think about was hot, sweaty sex.
With Eve.
    He
hadn't come over to her house so he could imagine having sex with her. Why had
he come? Oh, yeah. The hovercraft. Just in time, he'd remembered. The fog had
cleared from his brain long enough for him to notice something besides the
touchable silk all around him. In the comer stood her converter. The converter
had become his life preserver in a sea of sexual currents.
    "Reminds
me of a smaller version of what I've seen in a microbrewery," Rick said.
    "That's
actually where I got the idea," Eve said. "But don't try to drink
anything that comes out of there. It'll corrode your insides."
    Charlie
studied the dials on the converter. They were fascinating, but not as
fascinating as the purple bra dangling six inches from his face. The tag was
right there, available for him to read her specs. He should ignore it. Nothing
good could come from reading that tag.
    But he was an engineer, and
engineers focused on measurements. She wore a 36B underwire. Despite claiming
not to care about the size of a woman's breasts, he'd always been partial to
the elegant proportions of a 36B.
    The converter. He needed to
say something about it. "You could patent this, to go along with the
hovercraft. They could come as a package." And speaking of packages, his
was growing exponentially as he contemplated the structural wonder of that
underwire gently lifting Eve's breasts, thereby producing nuzzle-worthy cleavage.
    "I'd
like that," Eve said. "In fact, that would be part of my ultimate
goal, so that people would see how easy alternative fuel could be. And I'd really hate to see anyone using petrochemicals to operate something
that's just for fun."
    "You mean gas?"
Rick said.
    "She
means gas." Charlie remembered having to coach Rick through chemistry, and
even at that he'd only pulled a D. Rick wasn't dumb, but no one would ever
accuse him of being a scholar.
    "I
get it," Rick said. "A green toy to promote green living. I can see
it catching on in Southern California, no problem."
    Manny
shifted his weight impatiently. "Is the garage through that door?"
    "Yes,"
Eve said, "but I'd rather wait until we're all ready to—"
    "Let's
take a look at that hovercraft." As Charlie stood, he hoped his erection
had subsided sufficiently to make it unnoticeable.
    He
needed to get out of this kitchen full of Eve's underwear, and she obviously
didn't want to let two guys she didn't know wander around in the garage without
her. Charlie was beginning to feel rather protective of this project himself.
    Because
he'd been over in the