tight leggings, sloping up to a narrow waist.
For a second, I couldn’t look at anything else, not even the row of cars we were passing. Just the sway of her hips and the curve of her heart-shaped ass. It was mesmerizing, the kind of ass a guy could sink his teeth into.
Jesus, what was I doing?
Forcing my gaze up, I shook my head a little to get rid of the very vivid image of Fiona bent over, my hands on those lush ass cheeks, spreading her open.
Two days in a truck with her had obviously messed with my head.
She waved while she kept walking. “Hi, Mr. Browning. I’m Fiona.”
A grizzled old man with a bald head and a stoop to his shoulders turned with a smile at the sound of her voice.
And sure enough, Luke was with him.
Fiona glanced back at me over her shoulder. “Behave yourself.”
I grunted in acquiescence.
“Hi there, sweetheart,” Mr. Browning said. “Good timing. We were just heading out to see the car.”
We stopped a few feet away. I put Sasquatch in a sit and met Luke’s eyes.
“Bailey,” he said with a slight tip of his head.
I returned the chin tip. “Haven.”
“You know each other?” Mr. Browning asked.
“They’re from the same town,” Fiona interjected smoothly. “Isn’t that funny? This is my friend, Evan Bailey.”
“Call me Walt,” the old man said. “I suppose I should show you boys what I’ve got. See if you’re still interested.”
“Lead the way,” Luke said with a smile at Walt, then cast a glare in my direction.
I returned it.
Fucker.
Walt led us toward one of several outbuildings. Inside, he had a few cars covered with canvas.
He gestured to one and nodded. “Go ahead.”
I handed the leash to Fiona. Then Luke took one side while I took the other and we peeled back the covering on one of the baddest cars ever made.
The Judge.
I drank her in, every line and curve. She needed work—a lot of work. The body was in rough shape and I had no idea whether she ran. Didn’t matter. I’d bring her back to life and make her purr.
“It has a numbers-matching engine and transmission,” Walt said. “Doesn’t run, but I’m sure either one of you could get her going.”
“Absolutely,” Luke said.
I glared at him.
“How long have you had her?” Fiona asked.
“Probably twenty years,” Walt said. “I always wanted to get working on her, but I never could seem to find the time.”
“Totally understandable,” Luke said. “You have quite the collection here.”
I took slow steps, circling the car, only half listening. I could already see her finished. The way the light would glint off her sleek lines. The roar of that engine. She had the potential to be gorgeous—a true show piece.
I was fucking in love with this car.
Luke said something—I didn’t catch what—and the fact that I wasn’t following the conversation jolted me back to reality. Walt smiled at Luke, nodding along. Damn it. Was I going to have to schmooze this guy into selling it to me? I didn’t want to have to sweet talk him, I wanted to make a goddamn offer.
“Your asking price is more than fair,” Luke said.
I was about to tell Luke to shut the hell up when Fiona stepped smoothly in front of me. “So you said it has a numbers-matching engine and transmission, which is such a great find. There’s a lot to be said for authenticity in a build like this. Evan, what do you think about the interior?”
“This will all need to be replaced,” I gestured to the dash. “But I’d reuse the dials and replace the wood trim so it looks original.”
Walt glanced between me and Luke, crossing his arms. “What about color?”
Luke shrugged. “You could go a lot of different directions with a car like this. Black is always classic. Or maybe red.”
I kept gazing at the car, picturing the work she’d need. “No. Atoll blue, just like when she was new. Matching blue interior. Period-correct bucket seats won’t be too hard to source, and I can reupholster them to get a color match if I have to.”
“What else?” Fiona asked.
I was hardly aware that I had an audience. I kept doing the work in my head, seeing each step as it would unfold. “The engine just needs some love to get her humming again. This isn’t a resto-mod; no modernizing her. She needs to be original from the suspension on up. Blue with the red pin-striping. I can get new side mirrors off a similar model. Put in