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He groaned at her double entendre, then forced himself to let her go. Unable to resist, he brushed his lips across her cheek once more, then readjusted himself. He turned around and began folding back the car cover.
“I saw a for sale ad in The Bulletin Board for this.” He scrutinized the old Mustang that looked like it had gone through hell and back.
Cassie’s face puckered in a frown. “Who would do that to a car? What year is it?”
“1966 fastback. Some older woman had it in her barn. The chickens were living in it.”
“Oh, no.” She stuck her head inside and quickly drew back out. “It smells.”
Mike laughed. “You should have seen it when I picked it up. I cleaned the thing out before I put it in here. The whole place would be rank if I hadn’t.”
“Looks like it was in a demolition derby. What color was it? It’s so rusted.”
“The famous green that was so popular that year. Needs a lot of body work. Haven’t checked out the engine yet.” He pointed to the 1969 black convertible. “That one over there looked a lot like this when I started. Except for the crushed fenders.”
“I can’t imagine the effort required to get this one in good shape.”
“It will take a lot of work and time.” The image of Cassie beside him, grease on her face popped in his head. A nice dream.
He spent the next thirty minutes showing Cassie the things in his shop. He’d never seen a woman so engrossed in the tools and apparatuses a man toyed with. Most women would consider a garage a dirty space. Not Cassie. She questioned every item and listened with interest.
One more thing to love about her.
Before he could travel down that forbidden path, he shook off the fantasy. Her curiosity fed, he turned off the lights and closed the shop. Yet he couldn’t stop thinking of how the beautiful woman at his side would fit right in here. His space. His home.
His life.
He popped the tops on two beers and carried the bottles out to the deck. Cassie sat on a chaise, her long legs stretched out. He imagined them wrapped around him and an immediate stiffening hit his groin.
“Thank you,” she said as he handed her a brew.
He took the chair next to her. With the sun directing its rays on the front of the house, the deck was in shadow, making the afternoon temperature comfortable where he and Cassie sat in the shade. His mind flooded with craving. How he’d like to have his way with her. Right here. Right now.
He scowled, staring at the border of his property.
“Not much privacy,” he said aloud, damning the other houses’ presence.
“In my apartment, sometimes I can hear through the walls.”
He grunted in understanding.
“I don’t have a yard to plant flowers, I can’t see the mountains. The flip side is I feel safe. It’s a big building, but I have people around me.”
He was just the opposite. He hated people invading his living space. Everywhere he turned he saw more development. More houses cluttering up his view.
“I like wide open spaces and I’d rather have the woods and sky around me. I’d like to sit on my back deck and see the mountains, not the neighbor’s roof or their junk in their back yard.” Or have them witness an intimate moment. Damn, he felt suffocated.
“Why don’t you move?”
“Believe me, I’ve thought about it.” He wondered if Cassie might like living in the country. With wide open spaces, lots of grassland, trees, woods.
“I guess it would be difficult leaving the home you grew up in.”
Was she kidding? What did he care about this old place?
“After all, you’ve built that wonderful garage.”
“I can build a garage anywhere. I’ve been tempted to sell this place and buy land out in the country.”
