Luci placed her order for a starter, then turned and leaned against the counter. “This shouldn’t take too long—he seems to have a good grasp of his doohickeys and thingamajigs.”
“So do you,” Mickey said, his voice wry. “Sure you’re not a mechanic in your other life?”
“What I am in my other life would surprise you.”
“What you are in this life surprises me.”
Luci couldn’t stop the surprise, the delight or the smile that spread across her mouth. Dang, he was good. It would be wise to limit her contact with Detective Mickey Ross. She broke eye contact with an effort, her gaze bouncing to the car moving past the shop. Absently, she noted the window was down, the ominous barrel slightly protruding.
Barrel? It was an effective distraction.
No time to think or speak. Only time to act—
She h
