He rotated the knob to the highest setting until it was blasting out of the vents. My hair was blowing all over the place, so I aimed the slats in hisdirection.
“This is the best thing I’ve ever felt in all my life!” he exclaimed. Then he stopped himself and smirked, “Well, maybe not the best… but it’s right upthere.”
“I don’t doubt it.” I smiled back. “I’m just going to get back in the line of cars. Hopefully I’ll hear back before we get to thefront.”
The mechanic nodded as he went for my radio, changing the station until he found something acceptable. Wow, he was certainly making himself comfortable. More surprising was that he wasn’t making meuncomfortable.
“I just realized that I don’t know your name,”Isaid.
“So much for being cautious.I’mFinn.”
Finn? Huh. Not what I was expecting, but I liked it. Somehow it suited him perfectly. “I’mEmma.”
“Nice to meet ya, Emma.” Finn’s eyes flickered over me in curiosity before the air conditioning stole his concentration once more and he focused on finding the exact angle of the vent that produced the most intense blast of air. Once his baseball cap was nearly dislodged from his head from the sheer force of the wind, Finn sat back and resumed staringatme.
After a moment of silence, he raised his hand. “I have aquestion.”
“Yes, Finn?” I pointedathim.
“If you can’t get me into the festival, can I just sit in your air-conditioned car allweekend?”
“We’llsee.”
He nodded, smiling. “Okay, I’ve got one more question. Are you anactress?”
“No,” I said,laughing.
“You’resure?”
“I think Iwouldknow.”
“Okay. Amodel,then?”
I was really starting to like this guy. “You think I look like amodel?”
Finn’s eyes bugged out, much as mine had during his striptease, and settled on my braless profile. The dress Casey had picked clung to my curves but left no room for support, so I’d been forced to free-boob it. Basically I was rocking some serious side cleavage, and it hadn’t escaped hisattention.
“Um…” hegulped.
That was it. His response was nothing more than a grunt, but I was intensely flatterednonetheless.
My phone buzzed. “Tell me if the car in front gets too close. I have to check mymessages.”
Finn sat up, taking his job seriously so I could readthetext.
I can get your boytoy a wristband. I just needhisname.
You’re going to tease me all weekend about this,aren’tyou?
Mostlikely.Name?
Finn? Well, crap. I hadnoidea.
“What’s yourlastname?”
“Perry.”
I typed in his full name and sent it off. Finn followed myeverymove.
