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washcloth. "Hush,
or you'll be next."
    "Okay, okay. Geez, don't hit me again," he
said, scrunching his shoulders away.
    "Then don't be a smarty mouth," Ruth said,
folding the washcloth. "I just want my children to be happy, that's
all. I want to see y'all settled down, married and happy. Is that
too much to ask?"
    Cameron smiled. He'd heard this spiel
countless times before. "What about all the grandkids you want us
to produce?"
    Dallas groaned. "For God's sakes, don't
encourage her."
    Ruth sat back in her chair with a dreamy
look in her eyes. "Grandkids will be the icing on the cake."
    ****
    The next morning, Cameron parked Dallas'
pickup across the street from Kincaid's Garage. He crossed the
two-lane highway and came to a dead stop near the gas pumps. The
large double doors stood wide open and he could see two people
leaning headfirst under the hood of his car. Two pairs of legs and
two bottoms faced the street. One of the bottoms drew Cameron's
attention. Very nice.
    Tight blue denim outlined the lush feminine
shape. The worn fabric hugged the delicate curves. For some reason,
Jessie hadn't worn her coveralls today. Cameron glimpsed a line of
bare flesh above the waist of the jeans, where she had tied the
tails of her plaid shirt. He admired the long legs, the shapely
bottom and the smooth skin. From the moment he'd seen her last
night, he couldn't get her out of his mind.
    Cameron walked purposefully toward the
garage. He cursed under his breath when he realized most of the
engine was out of the car and lying scattered on the greasy floor.
What was Jessie doing? It had only been a broken fan belt, for
Christ's sake. He leaned on the side of the car and cleared his
throat.
    Jessie's head popped up. "You're early," she
said, her green eyes narrowed. She had a smudge of grease on her
nose and looked pretty damned cute in that ball cap she was
wearing.
    "It's almost lunch time," he said, barely
resisting the urge to wipe the smudge away, which would just be an
excuse to touch her.
    "You're kidding, right?" She frowned at him.
"Is it really that late?"
    The man standing beside Jessie chuckled.
"Jessie loses track of time when she's engrossed in her work. She
gets in the zone ." He snatched a rag from his pocket and
handed it to her. "Here, you have grease on your nose."
    "Oh great." She blushed and quickly wiped
off the smudge.
    Cameron clenched his teeth and raised an
eyebrow at the man. "And you are?"
    The stranger took his time wiping his hands,
then extended one in greeting. "Sam Garza," he said. "I work for
Jessie. Fantastic car. We've never had a Jag in here before."
    Cameron shook Garza's hand. He didn't like
the idea of Jessie in such close contact to the man. He didn't like
the feelings bombarding him, either. "I thought a fan belt broke
last night. Have you found something else?" He glared at the engine
parts on the floor.
    Sam glanced quickly at Jessie. Cameron was
surprised when her cheeks flushed crimson, as if she were
embarrassed.
    "We didn't think you'd be here so early,"
she said, wiping her hands on the grease rag.
    "Is there a problem?" he asked, hoping it
was nothing serious. He didn't have time for serious. "The car's
brand new. There shouldn't be a problem."
    Jessie shook her head. "No problem. Not
really."
    Cameron waited. She avoided eye contact and
he had the distinct impression she was stalling for time. What the
hell was going on?
    He glanced over at Garza. He was
looking decidedly uncomfortable, too.
    "All right," Cameron said. "If something is
wrong with my car, I need to know."
    Sam stepped between him and Jessie. Like it
was his right to protect her. Cameron shoved the feeling of
irritation aside.
    "Nothing's wrong with your car," Sam said.
"I wanted to take the engine apart. I've never had the chance to
work on a Jag before."
    " What ?" Cameron shouted.
    Jessie stepped from behind Sam. "It was me , Cameron. Not Sam. I was the one who wanted to examine
the engine. Sam tried to talk me out of it,