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but I insisted. It only
took five minutes to change the fan belt. You know how much I like
engines. I had to have more. I couldn't help myself."
    Cameron stared at her and tried to remember
his anger, but failed when desire slammed him in the gut.
    With chin held high, Jessie's emerald eyes
sparkled in defiance. The tails of her shirt were tied beneath her
breasts. Every breath she drew, every rise and fall of her chest,
hinted of nipple straining against thin cloth.
    Her Levi's molded her slim figure, so tight
Cameron felt himself harden. He wanted to trace the seams with his
finger, or better yet, his tongue, starting from the slender waist,
down the flat belly, to the apex between Jessie's
thighs .
    Hold on, McCade. Slow down.
    Jessie watched Cameron boldly inspect her
from head to toe. Her nipples tightened as his gaze lingered on her
breasts. Her breath hitched when it stalled below her waist. Why in
the world hadn't she worn her coveralls today? A shimmering wave of
heat spread downward as those blue eyes made sweet love to her.
    She felt a rush of dampness on her panties
as her body reacted instinctively. Jessie glanced at the hard bulge
behind the zipper of Cameron's jeans. Her throat went dry and her
stomach lurched uncontrollably.
    Why in heaven's name was she so attracted to
this man? She had been married and knew all about sex. Her loins
ached as a familiar warmth blossomed inside. It had been a long
time since TR had died. A long time since she had lain beneath a
man. The unbidden picture formed in her mind of Cameron rising
above her. Good lord, what was she thinking?
    Cameron jammed his hands in his pockets and
surveyed the engine parts strewn across the floor. "Can you put it
back together?"
    Jessie lifted her chin higher at the taunt.
"Of course, I can put it back together," she said. "And don't
worry, there's no extra charge." She turned to pick up a wrench and
felt strong fingers clamp around her upper arm. Cameron pulled her
to face him. Was he angry at her sarcasm? He was the one who
had started it. He knew damn well she could put an engine together
blindfolded.
    Sam stepped closer and tension flared
between the two men with Jessie caught in the middle. She wriggled
free from Cameron's hold and turned to Sam. "Let's take a break.
It's almost noon. We'll finish after we eat. Unless you're in a
hurry?" she said to Cameron over her shoulder. Not waiting for a
response, she raced toward the office.
    Would Cameron follow her? Did she want him
to?
    Damn, Jess. Get it together, girl.
    Once inside the office, she barricaded
herself behind the desk and watched Cameron's approach through the
glass door. The bell jingled when it closed behind him. He didn't
say anything for a minute, just stood there looking at her. Jessie
straightened a stack of papers on her desk. The sensual current
flowing between them disturbed her in more ways than the obvious.
She had never felt anything like it before. Okay, she was lying.
She'd felt it before, but only with Cameron.
    Clearing her throat, she kept her focus on
the desktop. "I'm sorry about the Jaguar. That was very
unprofessional of me. I'll have it ready later this afternoon. No
charge."
    Cameron walked closer to the desk. "That's
not very professional, either. You have to make a living."
    Jessie shrugged. "Yes, well . . ."
    "I'll pay for the fan belt." He looked
around the office. "Nothing's changed much since the last time I
was in here. Do you remember?" His voice sounded like melted
chocolate, seeping into every pore of her body.
    "The night of the prom," she said softly.
He'd looked so handsome in his black tux and baby-blue shirt. They
had been kids, but the attraction had been strong. It was stronger
now, more irresistible, and much more dangerous.
    Cameron nodded. "I remember you pinning my
boutonniere on my tux. It took several tries before you got it
right."
    "Because my hands were trembling."
    "You were very young--"
    "And scared."
    "I didn't mean to scare you,