“Can I help you, miss?”
“I’m just looking for someone.”Reaching out, she smoothed the lanyard that held that badge over the man’s chest.“Don’t mind me.”
Her voice was like raw silk.The man stood dumbfounded as she walked right on past.
The woman’s dark hair swung as she walked, the wild curls tumbling this way and that.She had an angel’s face, but she wore that leather jacket for a reason.There had been hell and determination in her big brown eyes.
A barrel-chested guy in a pair of company coveralls stepped out in front of her next.He grinned at her from a scruffy face.“Hello, beauty.”
“Hi, beast.”She passed him, too, giving him a quick swat on the behind.
It was clear she was looking for someone in particular.A very lucky someone, indeed.
Badge Man caught up with her again.He was puffing as he tried to keep up with her runway model strut.“I’m sorry, miss, but you really can’t be in here without permission.”
She winked at him.“Then someone should have stopped me instead of holding open the door.”
His eyebrows rose, and he threw a fierce look back towards the front office.A line of techs and mechanics stood watching the scene.Two had even rolled out from under cars to observe.
“Whom is it you’re looking for?”the man persisted.
The brunette stopped.Without the clip-clop of her high heels, the place seemed nearly silent.Only one engine revved.It was the car to her left, the one where a mechanic was still working.Her gaze swept over the man’s backside as he leaned over the engine, and she licked her lips.“That’s him,” she said without even seeing his face.
“Cannon?”the man said in surprise.
The mechanic paused when he heard his name.He pulled back to respond, only his green gaze fixated on the woman’s feet.
The ones clad in those sexy black stiletto boots.
“That’s him,” she said throatily.“My husband.”
* * * * *
“Husband?”Corelli repeated.It wasn’t the driver, but his uncle, who ran the business side of the house.
Billy had never taken much of a liking to the guy, and he paid him little attention now.His heart was beating too hard, and his head had begun a dull throb.
Roxie.She couldn’t really be here, could she?
Her boots certainly were.He’d recognize them anywhere.
Slowly, he dragged his gaze upwards.Her feet were planted wide, and one hand rested on a slim hip.Her leather jacket was form-fitted and zipped closed.His grip tightened around the socket wrench in his hand as he finally looked at her face.A dark angel with a devil’s twinkle.
His chest tightened until he had no air.“Ex-husband,” he rasped.
“Are you an idiot?”his tech mumbled.
Billy barely heard him.What the hell was she doing here?
His eyes narrowed as he slowly stood upright.Her chin was lifted in a way that told him she was nervous, and her right foot was cocked onto its heel.She didn’t back off, though.She stood there, staring him down, waiting for him to make a move.
It pissed him off.He’d made his move.He’d left.
“What the hell are you doing here, Rox?”
“I thought it was time I came after you for once.”Her gaze flicked to the thin man at her side.“We need to talk.”
Talk.Billy took the rag out of his back pocket and wiped his hands.He still couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that she was here, halfway across the country from where she belonged.It unsettled him, having two separate parts of his world collide.He’d thought he’d shut the door on his past once and for all.“We’ve talked enough.”
