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doing? Having fun. What's so wrong with that?"
    "Jimmy said there's a rumor going on around school that you got a girl pregnant. A Chrissy or something. Is that true? Dad will skin your head if it is."
    "Jimmy needs to keep his damn mouth shut! I didn't get any girl pregnant. I didn't even sleep with her. She wanted to and I chose to decline because she's been with too many guys already. If she's pregnant, it's not mine. She started that because she saw me with another girl. Don't worry about it."
    Austin started to walk away when Zane grabbed his shoulder. "I will worry about it. You're my brother and I don't want you to screw your life up. If you didn't sleep with her…fine! Just make sure you use some damn protection when you're with a girl. Better yet, wait for the right one to come along instead of sleeping with every damn girl you find attractive. You're only seventeen," Zane said.
    "I don't sleep with every girl I find attractive. So I have a reputation with the ladies. Big deal. I haven't actually slept with that many. I do have some morals. I enjoy making out thoroughly, though," Austin said, grinning deviously. "I use protection, Zane. I'm not dumb. Quit worrying about me. And no, I didn't have sex with any girl tonight either. Good night."
    Austin walked away without another word.
    ***
    Sophie stood with her fist in the air, ready, waiting, poised for action. Yet, the longer she stood there, the worse it became. Completely frozen.
    She still couldn't believe she was standing on Austin's porch about to knock on his door and ask to borrow his lawn mower. What was she thinking?
    She needed to stay away from this man. He would be nothing but trouble with that gorgeous smile and smooth words he constantly doled out to her. She didn't need that in her life. She had purposely escaped that sort of thing to lead a normal, quiet life.
    Not that she should compare Austin to Kevin because they were nothing alike. Kevin was polished, mannered, and came from where money talked frequently. Austin was more loose, fun, and smooth with his words. She had no idea what he did for a living, but she imagined it wasn't a nine to five job dressed in a tailored suit. She had yet to see him dressed in anything close to that. A small smile lit up her face as she thought about how handsome he would look dressed like that.
    Ugh! Get your head out of the gutter like that.
    She worked tirelessly all day on the lawn mower with no luck to her unforgiving irritation. She regretted dismissing his offer of help, hoping he would come back, but knew he wouldn't. Why would he? They had a brief moment when they were very polite, perhaps even friendly to each other. But then she ruined the moment by abruptly declining his offer—again—for help and walked away without another word. She kept telling herself it was for the best. She didn't need him.
    She glanced at her checkbook and decided she did. After many hours of irritating tinkering, she figured out the motor was busted. She estimated the cost to have it fixed would roughly cost the same amount as it would to buy a new lawn mower, if not more. Plain and simple, her lawn mower was kaput. She had to mow her lawn and figured the best solution was to borrow Austin's until she sold a few more items to cover the cost of a new lawn mower.
    She could always open a credit card and charge it, but she didn't want to be in debt so soon. She wanted to make it on her own without more worry pressing into her mind.
    She sincerely hoped he didn't harbor any hard feelings and would kindly let her borrow his lawn mower. She had at least ten orders she was working on right now and they would generate a nice allowance, but she wouldn't be finished until the end of the week. She couldn't delay cutting the lawn anymore.
    The sweet older woman, Carletta, who lived on the other side of her house, had stopped her just the other day making a brief comment on the lawn. She had been nice about it in her own friendly way, but