She leaned against the car again as he used the lug wrench to give each nut a final tightening, then slapped the hubcap on.
Dammit. She knew that she interested him, and he sure as hell interested her. Why was he giving her the brush-off?
"I could drive along with you. You could get to where you were going, then maybe we could hang out," she said.
He grunted as he stood, the wrench dangling from his hand. He flashed his white teeth at her. "You won't be able to do that." He turned away and walked to the back of her car.
"Why not?" Harper pushed off the side of the Skylark and trailed after him, bristling at his easy assurance.
He tossed the wrench into the trunk and closed it, continuing up the left side of the car. Standing near the driver's door, he turned to her, treating her to the full effect of his smile.
"Because, Harper, I'm taking your car."