I was in need of a little tune-up, but my regular mechanic wasn’t on duty when I brought in my car.

I suppose I ought to know how to fix the machine myself, but I’m not handy that way. I’m handy in other ways, so I cut myself slack.

I felt momentarily at a loss. Rafe had always been my go-to guy in more ways than one. But Max looked at my car with the same respect I give her, and I knew I’d put the convertible in good hands.

Besides that, Max was one handsome devil. He had bright red hair and gold-flecked green eyes. When he told me to trust him, I found that I did so. Implicitly.

I went to the tiny lobby to wait. I had brought a magazine with me, snagged from the entryway table right when I left the house. I’d thought I’d selected a fashion magazine, but... Read More