Hearts on Fire 8: Saving C.C.(4)

By: Dixie Lynn Dwyer



The other mechanics looked at her. “How long ago was the work done, honey?” one asked her as he looked her over.

She felt the twinge of awareness like a shot to her gut, telling her that the car had its last day. She’d been milking it, praying it would survive until she could afford something newer or at least more reliable. “About six months ago,” she replied, but it was more like a year. The damn car guzzled oil. So much so that she had three cases in the trunk. It was a hunk of junk.

He smiled.

“The boss will give you his honest opinion.” He then walked away. She wasn’t sure what that guy meant but had a feeling it was going to be bad news.

“Follow me, miss, and we’ll get you set up inside the office where the AC is,” Kyle said, and she followed him.

She couldn’t help but let her eyes roam down over his ass as he walked. The man had a killer body, and so did his brother.



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Kyle kept looking at the young woman’s eyes as he spoke with her. He was actually trying his hardest not to come across too abruptly even though he’d been told he wasn’t very approachable. But she had these gorgeous dark blue eyes and a killer body with big breasts, narrow waist, sexy hips and ass. Plus, when her camisole lifted a little, he thought he saw a tattoo on her hip. Very sexy indeed.

“What’s your full name and address?” he asked as he stood by the computer.

She rambled off her name.

“C.C.? What does it stand for?” he asked, and she held his gaze.

“C.C.,” she replied and looked away. So she didn’t want to tell him.

“Address?”

“My old one? Why?”

“Just for the system, and a phone number where we can contact you as we look over the vehicle.”

“I’ll give you my cell number. No need for the address.”

He got a funny sensation.

“Okay, then. If you want to have a seat, I’ll go check to see what the mechanics say about the car.”

She nodded and then walked over to the set of four seats in the small waiting room, took a seat, and crossed her legs. She had great legs, too. Long, tan, and she was petite. A real beauty.

Kyle closed the door behind him and walked around the car. Frank and a few guys were looking it over.

“How bad is it?”

“It’s a hunk of junk,” Frank said.

“Shoot. Nothing you can do to help her?” Kyle asked him.

“I don’t think so. I can try to get this transmission patched up, but it isn’t going to last very long. Could be feet or miles on the road before it goes entirely.”

“What should I tell her?”

“To give me a couple of hours to see what I can do. She may want to go grab some lunch or something.” Frank went back to looking under the hood.

Kyle walked back inside. He saw her sitting there, fumbling with her fingers and looking so sweet and young. Shit.

He cleared his throat as he moved closer and then leaned against the counter.

“Well, my brother said he’s not feeling too positive about fixing the car.”

“What? Oh God, it’s not fixable?”

“He said to give him a couple of hours to try and patch it up a bit, but he wasn’t sure how long the fix would work or if it even would.”

“Wonderful.” She stood up and looked toward the window.

“There’s a cool place down the block called the Station. Great food, if you want to grab a bite? I’ll text your cell phone when my brother has some better idea about the car.”

“Okay. What choice do I have?” She started to head toward the door and then glanced over her shoulder. He quickly looked back into her eyes, peeling them away from checking out her sexy ass in the tight shorts. She was exceptional.

“Be honest, does it look like the car is shot? Because if I’m staying here in town I’ll need to make some decisions.” She looked sad and frustrated. He felt badly for her and couldn’t lie. That wasn’t his personality at all.

“Well, to be honest, by the response from my brother, you may want to start making some plans. It doesn’t look good.” She swallowed hard and almost looked as though she might cry. He felt terrible and took a step toward her. “Hey, but if there’s a chance it can be fixed, my brother Frank can fix it.”

She gave a soft smile, nodded, and headed out the door.

As he watched her walk down the street, he couldn’t help the thoughts that passed through his mind. If she were going to stay, she would need a friend, someone to help her find a place to stay. He shook his head. What the fuck am I thinking? I don’t even know the woman.

His inquisitive mind began to wonder about who she might be and where she’d come from in New York. He’d been a cop in the city for years until he was shot by a suspect evading capture from an armed robbery. Screwed his whole career and future on the force. He could have died like his partner, Doland, had.

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