QUOTE : I glance up and nearly squeal in shock as the same hunky mechanic stares down at me.<br /><br />How did he see me back here? This spot is super secluded, and no one ever sits here.<br /><br />“Can I help you?” I ask, pulling my earbuds out and taking in the broad width of his shoulders. Today, Mr. Book Boyfriend is wearing blue jeans and a black, fitted Tire Depot T-shirt. He’s much cleaner than he was yesterday in his dirty coveralls that made me reconsider the profession of my current book hero.<br /><br />“You’re back,” he states knowingly, his stunning blue eyes drinking in my yoga pants, T-shirt, and a baseball cap.<br /><br />“I, um…had an issue with one of my tires. The guys are fixing it.”<br /><br />“Which guys?” he asks, crossing his tan, sculpted arms over his chest. I have to crane my neck back completely to even reach his face he’s so tall.<br /><br />“I’m not really sure.”<br /><br />“Okay, well, which car?” he inquires, running a hand through his trim black hair. Damn, he’s really got that tall, dark, and handsome thing down to a T. He looks almost Mediterranean. Le swoon!<br /><br />I swallow slowly. “Um…I drive a Cadillac SRX.”<br /><br />“A Cadillac?” He barks out a small laugh. “Isn’t that kind of an old lady car?”<br /><br />My brows furrow. “It’s not an old lady car. It’s a luxury SUV. It’s wonderful. I have heating and cooling seats.”<br /><br />“Well, if you have that kind of money to spend on a vehicle, you should look at a Lexus or a BMW. Much more sexy feel to the body. You’d look pretty damn hot driving a Lexus LX.”<br /><br />“Maybe I’m not trying to look hot. Maybe I like looking like an old lady.” That was a really unhot thing to say, but Book Boyfriend booms with laughter and squats down next to me.