Page 35 of Own the Eights
She parted her lips, undoubtedly ready to throw an insult his way when the door to a truck parked across the street opened, and a woman exited the vehicle.
“Hey, Jordan!” she called as Georgie’s playful smirk vanished.
“Did you invite a date to my house? I saw you texting right after you jump-started my car. I should have known,” she snapped, incredulity permeating her words.
He bit back a grin. “That’s just Ginger.”
“Oh, good, it’sjustGinger,” she whisper-shouted.
“I know her from my gym. And just for the record, I noticed that you were on your phone while I was bringing your car back to life,” he answered.
Now it was his turn to sport a shit-eating grin. Because thanks to all that worry about sporting a hard-on, he’d forgotten that he’d sent the text right after he’d set an alert to go off any time the Dannies posted.
“You really put the ass in asshattery,” she hissed, crossing her arms.
“It’s good to see you, Jordan,” came a man’s voice.
Georgie whipped her head around and stared into the street as a burly man covered in tattoos, carrying a toolbox and a car battery, joined Ginger on the sidewalk.
“Jordan, who are these people?” Georgie asked, moving closer to him.
The man gestured with his chin. “Is this the two thousand VW Rabbit that needs the new battery?”
“Yeah, it sure is, Zeke. Thanks for doing me this favor.” He glanced at Georgie and then to his friends. “Georgie Jensen, meet Ginger and Zeke Jones.”
“Nice to meet you, Georgie. We’ll be done in no time flat,” Ginger said, shaking Georgie’s hand as Zeke gave her a friendly nod.
“Do you mind unlocking the car and popping the hood, miss?” Zeke asked, setting up a portable light.
Georgie’s gaze bounced between the people attending to her car. “What’s going on?”
“Zeke and Ginger are clients of mine at the gym. They own a garage nearby. I texted them to see if they could get you a new battery.”
“Hand me your keys, hun,” Ginger said with an easy grin.
With a glazed look, Georgie complied, then turned to him, eyes wide. “Why did you do this, Jordan?”
Shit! Why did he do this? The minute he got her car running, the thought of her stranded somewhere drove him to bust out his phone and text Zeke and Ginger her address, asking them to switch out her battery. But he couldn’t admit that.
He cleared his throat. “If I’m going to be forced to work with you, you’re going to need a reliable car. I can’t have you stuck on the side of the road screwing up my chance at winning the contest.”
Even with the patchy lamplight, he could see the warmth in her blue-green eyes dissipate.
She clucked her tongue. “For a second, I thought there might actually be a human being inhabiting your body. Turns out, I was wrong.”
“Yeah, the Marks Perfect Ten Mindset people are superhumans, so it makes sense you’d make that mistake,” he rallied back.
“More like super douchebags,” she murmured when the grumble of an engine purring to life caught their attention.
“My car started! How did you do that so quickly?” Georgie asked.
Zeke wiped his hands on a rag. “Changing a battery isn’t very hard, but you should come in and see us if your car needs anything else. A friend of Jordan’s is a friend of ours.”
“He’s not my…” Georgie began, but she stopped herself and softened her expression. “Thank you so much for changing the battery. What do I owe you?”
Ginger waved her off. “Jordan took care of it with a few extra training sessions on the house, so we’re good.”
“Thanks, guys!” he called as Ginger and Zeke got back into their vehicle.
