Free Leather and Steel by Hennessee Andrews Page B

returned. Skye had worked on this project for the last month and a lot was riding on it.
    “Skye, it isn’t here!” Renee shouted.
    Skye wasn’t paying attention and struck a large hole while driving over the railroad crossing, dropping her phone. “Hang on, Renee!” An orange railroad truck sat up ahead on the right and just past it looked like a good place for her to stop and retrieve her phone.
    A man wearing tight blue jeans, a tool belt and a hard hat walked around the truck. Skye stared.
    In that moment, Skye looked up to see that the car in front of her had stopped abruptly. Her brakes screeched as she tried to stop. Bam! She smacked into the back of the red sports car, crumpling up the bumper.
    “Damn it!” she shouted and began to cry. She wasn’t hurt and doubted the other driver was either. They were only moving at about ten miles per hour after crossing the bumpy railroad tracks, but the damage made it look worse.
    Skye pulled over to park and picked up her cell. “Renee, I got to go.”
    She clicked the phone off and watched the occupant of the vehicle step out. It was a man and he didn’t look happy, at all. Brock walked around to her window and pecked on the glass. She was mortified and hated to roll the window down. Just minutes earlier she’d masturbated to his image. He knocked again. She pulled her face from her hands and pushed the button to roll the window down, allowing the hot outside air to flood into the car.
    “Are you all right, miss?” Brock asked with a worried expression on his face.
    “Yeah, I’m fine.” Skye pulled off her sunglasses.
    “Skye?” Brock said like he was seeing a ghost.
    “You better have some damn good insurance, lady.” A man’s voice boomed behind Brock.
    Brock straightened and turned to face him. “Back off. It was an accident. We’ll take care of it,” he grumbled before he turned his attention back to her and opened the door. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
    Skye got out and nodded. “I think I’m more embarrassed than anything.”
    Mr. Happy stood with his arms crossed, staring a hole into her. “This is your fault. You know that, don’t you?”
    “Yes, and I’m very sorry,” she apologized. Her stomach was tied up in knots while her heart thundered erratically in her chest. Seeing Brock again awakened the desire she’d held for him all these years yet denied. After a string of crummy relationships, she’d been single for the last nine months, afraid to take another chance. Now the once-ignored regions of her body flooded with anticipation.
    “I said back off,” Brock replied to the man with hate swirling in his dark brown eyes.
    God, he was gorgeous and the years only seemed to enhance his features, making him even more irresistible now. Her traitorous body trembled and her panties became wetter. Now was not the time to revisit the past and recall memories of extremely hot nights where Brock was the star attraction.
    Brock put his arm around her and pulled her into a tight embrace. He was hot and sweaty, but she didn’t care. It was wonderful to be in his arms again. He chuckled and she looked up at him. “What’s so funny?”
    “Fate,” he simply replied with an intense gaze.
    Within minutes a police officer pulled up with his lights flashing, interrupting the silent moment between them. Mr. Happy must have called. Skye groaned.
    The officer took the report while he asked questions, jotting down pertinent information along the way. The process didn’t take long since it was obvious who was at fault. He issued her a ticket and gave Mr. Happy her insurance information.
    “I’ll be in touch,” Mr. Happy grumbled and walked off toward his car.
    The officer walked away as well, leaving Skye alone with Brock.
    “Poor girl. Come on. I’m stuck waiting on track and time to work on this crossing for a while and it’s lunchtime.”
    “I can’t, Brock,” Skye protested.
    “Why not?” Brock stopped, giving her a confused