He couldn’t wait to get Judi out of his garage and out of his truck. How was he supposed to concentrate when she hung around his garage with that swaying ponytail?
Ponytails always revved his imagination. His fingers itched to tug the elastic out and watch her hair tumble down around her face.
He had no idea what he had done in the twenty minutes since her car arrived in his garage. He’d been concentrating on not staring at her or ticking her off.