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I tell him mockingly. "What are you guys talking about? What's going on?" asks Hot Guy, now beside his friend. But he receives no answer as Mr. Cool and I continue to size each other up. Not knowing what to do, Hot Guy gives me a hesitant smile and offers his hand. "The name's Kier. You are?" "Never mind that," Mr. Cool says, grabbing his companion's arm. "Class is about to start. We better go." he starts to leave with Kier, stopping midway to give me another hard look.

The tension in his jaw, the raw desire darkening his gaze. — Kassian… I breathe his name again, an incantation, a curse. Kassian My name on her lips, in that broken breath, finishes consuming me. I rise, once again towering over her silhouette. My hands settle on her hips, the soft, warm skin under my palms. I draw her to me, pressing my face against her flat stomach. I breathe in her scent, musky, feminine, bewitching. I place a kiss in the hollow beneath her navel. She flinches, her fingers sinking into my hair, not to push me away, but to cling.

"Listen. I don't have written references I can give you and I'd rather not go into my personal history. But I'm honest, never been arrested, don't have an ex-wife chasing me, and I'm a damn good mechanic. If you give me a chance, I think you'll be happy you did." The man sat there, stone-faced, and stared at him for a long time. "What's your name?" "Josh..." He caught himself. He couldn't be Josh Nelson here. These people were very likely NASCAR fans, and his name would be a red light. But his face wasn't an icon, and Josh was a common enough name. At least, this way, if people asked for him he wouldn't be caught short. "Josh Everett." "Okay, Josh Everett. Let's go out in the garage and you