Roadside
Assistance
Body Shop Bad Boys, Book 2
by Marie Harte
Underneath the axle grease and tats
He’s a gentleman
Foley Sanders figured he’ll always be content with a life of
cars and casual hookups. Until a run-in with Cyn, a statuesque firecracker with
a hate-on for men, leaves him bewitched and intrigued—much to her annoyance.
Maybe Cynthia Nichols was a little hard on Foley, that
muscular, tattooed, super-hot mechanic next door. But she’s tired of feeling
defensive about her size and has sworn off men. She’s got a new job, new life,
perfect plan. Foley has trouble written all over him—no way is she going to fall
for his charms.
Foley might look like a bad idea, but underneath, he’s all
gentleman. Too bad Cyn’s not buying it. What’s a bad boy to do when the goddess
of his dreams won’t give him the time of day?
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Foley didn’t know how he’d shoved both feet in his mouth so fast, but yeah, he’d done it. He stared at her empty chair, sincerely confused about how their lunch date had gone from awesome to shitty in the span of seconds.
They’d been doing so well. She’d shared details about herself. He’d
told her how close he was to Sam and his mom. She seemed to have no problem
with him—until he’d mentioned what she ate. He still had no idea why that
should be a big deal. The woman was gorgeous, and she obviously knew she’d
never be a stick. But who the hell wanted that?
The whole package had to attract him, at this age at least. Years
ago he’d been a dog. He’d readily admit that. But now he wanted a woman with
looks, brains, attitude, and strength.
Cyn seemed to possess all that. Talking to her had been easy and
engaging. She didn’t let him steamroll the conversation. The superficial part
of him acknowledged he’d never seen a more beautiful woman. Her face could have
launched a dozen or more magazine covers. And what guy didn’t want more than a
handful in the breast department?
Well, fuck, he was hard again.
He calmed himself, remembering her confusion, her anger, and her
poorly concealed hurt. Man, he’d stepped in it big-time. Now he had to make
things better. Somehow.
Except he had no idea how to go about apologizing. Any way he
thought about it, he’d end up reminding her that he’d called her a big girl.
And while he’d meant it as a compliment—he was big guy, after all—she’d
apparently been insulted.
“Women.”
He paid the bill and left in a huff. By the time he’d gotten back to
work and involved in a Wrangler’s suspension problems, he hadn’t gotten any
further with a solution to his dilemma.
“So what happened on your date?” Lou asked.
Sam and his big mouth. “It was okay.” It was a disaster.
“You don’t look happy.” Lou didn’t move from his position by the
Jeep.
Foley stepped out from under the lift. “I’m thrilled to be at work.
Life is just grand.”
“Oh man. She shot you down?” Lou didn’t laugh at him, so Foley
decided to take a chance.
He glanced around and saw Johnny buried in a Chevy, so he leaned
closer and whispered, “She left me sitting with my thumb up my ass. We were
getting along great, then somehow she thought I called her fat or some shit,
and she took off.”
“What exactly did you say to her before she got upset?”
Foley ran down their conversation.
Lou groaned. “Foley, you never comment on what a woman eats or
doesn’t eat. Are you loco or just stupid?”
“We were being honest with each other.” Foley was confused. “I never
called her fat. You’ve seen her. She’s fucking built, man.”
“Woman hears ‘big,’ she’s hearing ‘fat.’ I’ll bet she’s dealt with a
lot of bullshit over her size for a long time. She’s tall for a woman, then you
add her curves. Between guys wanting a piece of her and other women being
jealous of her, adds up to issues, my friend.” Lou sighed then smiled. “Issues
I’d be happy to help her get over. She really is one sexy woman.”
“Yeah, yeah, Lou. Keep it in your pants.”
Lou chuckled. “Dealing with dickheads has probably made her
sensitive. Then you said something that added to that. You’re screwed.”
Just what he didn’t need to hear.
“But look at the bright side.”
“Yeah?”
Lou gave him a big old smile. “I didn’t call her
anything. And I have a sudden thirst for coffee.”
Foley would have slugged him if Sam hadn’t entered the garage.
“How’d the date go?”
“Big mouth.” He slugged Sam instead.
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About the Author:
Caffeine addict, boy referee, and
romance aficionado, MARIE HARTE is a confessed bibliophile and devotee of
action movies. Whether hiking in Central Oregon, biking around town, or hanging
at the local tea shop, she’s constantly plotting to give everyone a happily
ever after.
Visit marieharte.com and fall in love.
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