Cody placed the heavy wire and a pair of pliers in Tyne’s hand, and Tyne started securing the muffler in place. He was concentrating on what he was doing, so when someone wrapped a hand around his privates and squeezed, he jerked with surprise. His forehead banged the metal pipe, and it hurt.
“Damn it all to hell, what are you playing at?” He slid out from under the truck, rubbing his head, and blinked at Chantelle.
She wore skintight jeans, a low-cut sweater, and a seductive smile. “Did you hurt yourself? You smeared dirt on your forehead when you rubbed it. Here, let me help you.” She bent so low, he thought her boobs might pop out of their moorings, and great boobs they were. She brandished a handkerchief to dab at the dirt.
He wiped at it with his sleeve. “I’ll live.”
Her gaze lowered to his crotch. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.”
Lots of women couldn’t, but Tyne had his limits. “I don’t walk up and grab your ass or rub your tits,” he snapped.
Her smile widened. “You could.”
“It’ll never happen, so don’t do that again.”
Cody rolled back and forth from the balls of his feet to his heels. He looked like he’d run if someone lunged for him. “Are you all right?” he asked Tyne.
"I’m gonna have a bruise, that’s for sure.” Tyne raised an eyebrow at Chantelle. “What are you here for?” He knew better than to say What do you want?
She pouted. “You get off work early on Fridays. I thought you could take me to Chase’s and we could dance.”
“Can’t. I promised Cody I’d help him work on his truck.”
“I never see you at Chase’s.” Her dark eyes sparkled with curiosity. “Where do you usually go?”
He almost said none of your business, but she was Leona’s cousin, and Garth and Leona were together now. He considered Garth a friend, so he decided to keep things polite. “I like to switch things up every week and surprise myself.”
A lie. He usually headed to Harley’s winery and hung out with him behind the bar. That way, women couldn’t bother him. Tyne had a bartending license, so in a pinch, he could even help out with the wine tastings.
“Have you ever gone to Chase’s on the weekends?” Chantelle had pulled her long, auburn hair up, so that loose curls fell at random. The girl was all dressed up and ready for action.
“Only once.” He’d barely made it out alive. He loved to dance, but when he got on the dance floor, women circled him and mimicked his moves. They didn’t let him leave until the band stopped for a break. When Daphne had been his partner at Harley’s, though, women had left him alone. There was something classy enough about her, they felt cheap making moves on him when he was with her. All but Chantelle, of course. The girl had no shame.
“When you finish here tonight, where are you going?”
“Haven’t decided yet.” She gave him a poison look, and he returned one of his smiles. “This is going to take us some time. You might as well take off and have a nice night.”
He turned his back on her to talk to Cody. She took the hint and left.
Cody stared at him. “Does that happen to you all the time?”
Tyne laughed. “Not that, in particular, but don’t fool yourself. Size does matter, and Chantelle’s been wanting to do that for a long time.”
Cody blushed. “My girlfriend doesn’t care about things like that.”
Tyne snorted. “That just means she’s not disappointed.”
Cody’s gaze drifted downward and Tyne’s grin broadened. “I don’t disappoint either, but Chantelle’s never going to find out.”