thoughts spin out of control. All the while, ZZ Top’s song Legs played loudly in his head.
Abruptly realizing soda soaked into his shirt, Ty set the bottle down next to his chair and jumped to his feet, along with the rest of the crew.
“Land sakes, boss, where in tarnation are ya’ headed?” Swede asked as Lexi stopped by him.
“Portland. I promised a friend I’d attend a fundraiser tonight, so I need to get on the road if I’m going to be there in time. You guys enjoy your afternoon. I’ll be back tomorrow before dark.” Lexi adjusted the overnight bag on her arm as she addressed the group, although her attention was centered on Ty. “Mind helping me with the garage doors?”
“Sure thang,” Swede said, following her out the back gate. With the rest of the crew looking at their boss like she’d grown a second head, he called to Ty. “Dude, come help me with this door.”
Ty managed to engage his brain just enough to run over and help Swede pull the two big garage doors open. Lexi backed out in a cute little sports car, waved her hand, and zipped down the driveway.
Aware that Ty couldn’t take his eyes from her departing car, Swede slapped him on the back and cackled. “Whooee! She plumb threw ya for a loop, didn’t she?”
Ty didn’t pay any attention to Swede. He was watching Lexi drive away in her sports car – a sexy car for a very sexy woman.
“If ya like that car, I bet ya’ll love the one in the garage,” Swede said and tugged on Ty’s arm.
Ty followed as Swede led the way into a building that originally served Lexi’s ancestors as a carriage and sleigh house. A cloth-covered vehicle piqued his interest.
Swede pulled off the cover to reveal a machine that made Ty grin from ear to ear. In need of a paint job and no doubt a complete restoration, Ty couldn’t stop from running his hand along the fender and over the hood of a black 1969 Mustang Boss 429.
A soft whistle blew from his lips as he opened the door and allowed the musty air to escape before sitting in the seat. The interior needed some work, but nothing that wasn’t manageable.
“Is this her car?” Ty set his hands on the wheel and imagined driving the car down an open road.
“Nah,” Swede said, leaning on the doorframe. “This was her daddy’s car. Lex bought this brand-spankin’ new back when he was a young feller. He was gonna restore it but jes never got around to it. Lex Jr., says it reminds her of her daddy and plans to get the car fixed one of these days.”
Ty climbed out and popped the hood. Suddenly, he wanted to fix this car. Not just for the challenge of fixing it, which was plenty of motivation for him, but because it would make Lexi happy.
“Ya know anything about this vehicle?” Swede asked, watching Ty as he continued to examine the car.
“A little. They only made 859 of these cars in 1969. Ford wanted to develop a Hemi engine that could compete with Chrysler in a NASCAR race, so that’s how this car came to be. They contracted an outside company to create the Boss 429 by making extensive modifications to the Ford Mustang,” Ty said, warming to the subject. Cars that looked good and went fast were among his most favored hobbies. “They rated the cars at 375 horsepower with 450 pounds of torque but the actual output was well over 500 horsepower. Imagine how this baby could rip up the road.”
“Don’t have to imagine,” Swede said, giving Ty a grin. “Lex let me ride in it a few times and I even drove it to Bend once.”
“No way.” Ty stared at the weathered foreman.
“Yep. And yer correct, she rips right on down the road,” Swede said with another cackle. “Thet’s more words than I’ve heard ya string together since ya been here. If I ain’t careful, I’d get the idea ya have a things for sports cars and purty girls.”
Ty snapped his head up at Swede’s observation. He could deny it, but that would be lying and directly violated rule number three on the cowboy code Swede
Abruptly realizing soda soaked into his shirt, Ty set the bottle down next to his chair and jumped to his feet, along with the rest of the crew.
“Land sakes, boss, where in tarnation are ya’ headed?” Swede asked as Lexi stopped by him.
“Portland. I promised a friend I’d attend a fundraiser tonight, so I need to get on the road if I’m going to be there in time. You guys enjoy your afternoon. I’ll be back tomorrow before dark.” Lexi adjusted the overnight bag on her arm as she addressed the group, although her attention was centered on Ty. “Mind helping me with the garage doors?”
“Sure thang,” Swede said, following her out the back gate. With the rest of the crew looking at their boss like she’d grown a second head, he called to Ty. “Dude, come help me with this door.”
Ty managed to engage his brain just enough to run over and help Swede pull the two big garage doors open. Lexi backed out in a cute little sports car, waved her hand, and zipped down the driveway.
Aware that Ty couldn’t take his eyes from her departing car, Swede slapped him on the back and cackled. “Whooee! She plumb threw ya for a loop, didn’t she?”
Ty didn’t pay any attention to Swede. He was watching Lexi drive away in her sports car – a sexy car for a very sexy woman.
“If ya like that car, I bet ya’ll love the one in the garage,” Swede said and tugged on Ty’s arm.
Ty followed as Swede led the way into a building that originally served Lexi’s ancestors as a carriage and sleigh house. A cloth-covered vehicle piqued his interest.
Swede pulled off the cover to reveal a machine that made Ty grin from ear to ear. In need of a paint job and no doubt a complete restoration, Ty couldn’t stop from running his hand along the fender and over the hood of a black 1969 Mustang Boss 429.
A soft whistle blew from his lips as he opened the door and allowed the musty air to escape before sitting in the seat. The interior needed some work, but nothing that wasn’t manageable.
“Is this her car?” Ty set his hands on the wheel and imagined driving the car down an open road.
“Nah,” Swede said, leaning on the doorframe. “This was her daddy’s car. Lex bought this brand-spankin’ new back when he was a young feller. He was gonna restore it but jes never got around to it. Lex Jr., says it reminds her of her daddy and plans to get the car fixed one of these days.”
Ty climbed out and popped the hood. Suddenly, he wanted to fix this car. Not just for the challenge of fixing it, which was plenty of motivation for him, but because it would make Lexi happy.
“Ya know anything about this vehicle?” Swede asked, watching Ty as he continued to examine the car.
“A little. They only made 859 of these cars in 1969. Ford wanted to develop a Hemi engine that could compete with Chrysler in a NASCAR race, so that’s how this car came to be. They contracted an outside company to create the Boss 429 by making extensive modifications to the Ford Mustang,” Ty said, warming to the subject. Cars that looked good and went fast were among his most favored hobbies. “They rated the cars at 375 horsepower with 450 pounds of torque but the actual output was well over 500 horsepower. Imagine how this baby could rip up the road.”
“Don’t have to imagine,” Swede said, giving Ty a grin. “Lex let me ride in it a few times and I even drove it to Bend once.”
“No way.” Ty stared at the weathered foreman.
“Yep. And yer correct, she rips right on down the road,” Swede said with another cackle. “Thet’s more words than I’ve heard ya string together since ya been here. If I ain’t careful, I’d get the idea ya have a things for sports cars and purty girls.”
Ty snapped his head up at Swede’s observation. He could deny it, but that would be lying and directly violated rule number three on the cowboy code Swede
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