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holding her breath?
    â€œBecause when I came in to pick you up, he was pretending not to look at you, even though he was totally looking at you. And these are amazing, by the way.” Jenna held up another cracker before polishing it off in one bite.
    A nervous laugh spilled from Bellamy’s lips. “Thank you. And he was not looking at me,” she countered. Shane had been way more interested in the lone car sitting in the garage than anything else. The only second thought he’d given her had come in the form of eye rolls and cocky smirks, she was sure of it.
    Now those , she had caught.
    â€œHow do I always miss the good stuff?” Holly pouted dramatically. “Hot mechanic guy checking out my bestie on the sly? Seriously, next time, you can stay here,” she said to Jenna, tossing her auburn hair. “Damn, these are good, Bellamy.”
    â€œThey’re even better with the spicy mustard on them. Here.” Bellamy passed the jar to her friend with a shake of her head. “And nobody checked me out,” she insisted.
    â€œIf that’s what you think, then you definitely didn’t catch him looking at your ass when we left.”
    The jaw-dropping look on Bellamy’s face sealed her fate. Both Jenna and Holly were overcome with a fit of giggles that no amount of arguing was going to erase.
    â€œShut up,” Bellamy groused, but a tiny smile played on her lips.
    â€œOh, come on, B. You’ve had the week from hell. Let’s go downstairs and get mani-pedis, indulge in a dinner where calories totally don’t count, and then you can let me and Holly take you out to drown your troubles. We’re in the mountains. You can get embarrassingly snockered if you want, and there won’t be any witnesses.” She paused to grin. “Well, none that you’ll ever see again, anyway. What do you say?”
    Now that sounded like a plan. “I say I need a drink like nobody’s business.”
    After all, it wasn’t as if anything else could possibly go wrong.
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    â€œNot a whole lot of people in the Blue Ridge who actually want to yank a tranny on their Friday night. Guess you’re just special.”
    Shane didn’t have to turn around to know that Jackson Carter was wearing a smartass grin that matched his personality with absolute perfection.
    â€œYou say the nicest things.” Shane didn’t even break stride with the wrench in his hand, even though he was far from ignoring his closest friend.
    Jackson laughed, sauntering into the garage with a cold wind at his back. “Asshole.”
    â€œStop. I’m blushing.” Shane cracked a grin, finally swinging his gaze from the underside of the Miata. He’d had it on the lift for a couple hours now, and it was every bit the pain in the ass he’d predicted it would be. But considering the paycheck that would come out of the deal, he really couldn’t bitch.
    â€œSo, did you come all the way out here just to blow sunshine up my skirt?” Shane dragged the rolled-up sleeve of his flannel shirt over his brow and eyed Jackson with a smirk.
    â€œNope. I’m a man on a mission.” Jackson ducked his six-foot-four, I-ate-a-linebacker-for-breakfast-and-went-back-for-seconds frame under the tiny red sports car and lifted his eyes with a frown. “Do I even want to know where you came up with this?”
    Shane thought of Bellamy’s fiery green eyes and the way her hips looked in those expensive designer jeans for a long second before answering. “Probably not.”
    â€œRight. So what say we go grab some beers at the Double Shot? Come on, buddy. I’m buying.”
    Shane’s brows popped. “That’s your mission? Are you honestly that hard up for someone to drink with?”
    â€œMatter of fact, I am. Word is Samantha Kane just broke up with Jimmy Bowman.”
    â€œJesus, is that the girl you’ve had the crush on since sixth