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thought of the intense way Shane’s hands had moved over her car as he assessed the damage. He might be a cocky SOB, but he was the only mechanic who’d ever given it to her straight.
    â€œNot for a fact, no. But I double checked with the Mazda dealership in the city when I was sitting in his office, and he wasn’t wrong about the wait or the prices. Do you know that those guys charge over a hundred dollars an hour for freaking labor? I’m in the wrong damned business,” she mumbled, slumping into the couch.
    Jenna popped her honey-colored head in from the tiny kitchenette, holding a block of cheese and some garlic and herb crackers. “You got another estimate?”
    Bellamy crinkled her nose at her friend. “You’re not really going to put those crackers with that kind of cheese, are you? They totally don’t go together.”
    â€œOh, I forgot. The food Nazi’s here. You want to do this, then?” Jenna laughed, bringing the hospitality basket over.
    â€œMmm, fig preserves. Nice.” Bellamy rooted through the basket of goodies, lifting an approving eyebrow at the contents. “And hell yes I got another estimate. Getting swindled isn’t my idea of fun.” She paused, sweeping a few items onto the coffee table and going to work. “But Shane seems to know what he’s doing, plus he said he’d start today. As it is, I have no idea how I’m going to manage not having a car for a whole week.”
    God, she really wanted to forget every single second of the last couple of days. Missing a week’s worth of work because she was stranded in the mountains was probably going to send her boss into the stratosphere. She’d have to come up with a way to go home and come back for her car next week, or risk having Bosszilla so far in her shit that she’d never be rid of the woman.
    â€œYeah, that’s kind of a no-brainer. Have it hauled back to the city for more money or leave it here and let some totally hot mechanic have his way with it,” Jenna laughed, nudging Bellamy with one long leg as she sat down next to her on the floor.
    â€œI didn’t leave it with him because it was cheaper! I left it because it was faster ,” Bellamy asserted, her hands stopping over the assembly line of snacks she’d laid out.
    â€œWhoa, whoa, whoa, nobody said anything about the mechanic being hot!” Holly interjected nosily, giggling from her perch in the nearby chair.
    Bellamy flushed. “He’s not that hot,” she protested, knowing it was a bald-faced lie.
    Shane was hot as hell.
    Jenna gave a no-nonsense snort. “You’re full of shit, sister! I could see how smokin’ hot he was the minute I walked in the door to come pick you up! If you didn’t have dibs on him, I’d be half tempted to go yank something important-looking out from underneath the hood of my car and show up on his doorstep needing a little repair job of my own,” she snickered, popping one of Bellamy’s hors d’oeuvres into her mouth.
    Bellamy hopped up and made a beeline for the kitchenette to look for wineglasses. “Okay, first of all, I don’t have dibs on him. What are we, in the seventh grade?” Her frown sent a knowing look between her two friends that Bellamy knew she had to nip in the bud right away. “And secondly, if you’d like my three thousand-dollar car trouble or the screeching reaction my boss is sure to have over the whole thing, you’re welcome to it. I’ve been handed enough crap over the past couple of days without having to worry about some backwoods mechanic who has some grudge against all things city on top of it all,” she sighed.
    â€œHe likes you.” Jenna’s brown eyes sparkled as she waggled her light brown brows at Bellamy.
    â€œThat’s crazy.” She stopped in the middle of the carpet, three glasses in hand. “How do you know?” Was she seriously