Simon comes back to town to go to his father's funeral. He left eighteen years ago when he told his parents that he did not want to be a doctor. He was an artist and that is what he was going to do. They screamed at him an told him to leave unless he was willing to do what they wanted. His parents had an unhappy marriage too. They always fought and argued. He hated being caught in between the two of them. He does not want love or marriage either.
Molly goes to Simon's father's funeral. She tells him that her latest project, a Shelby Mustang, is in his father's garage. Ira Wolfe has lent Molly and Les space to work on the car to give them a break to get their business up and running. Simon and Molly are deeply attracted to one another. Will they get together??
Molly Canaday wishes she could repair her life as easily as she fixes cars. She was all set to open her own body shop in Last Chance when her mother ran off and left her to manage the family yarn shop instead. Now guided by the unsolicited-though well-intended-advice of the weekly knitting club, Molly works to untangle this mess. But her plan unravels when the new landlord turns out to be difficult-as well as tall, dark, and handsome.
Simon Wolfe returns to quickly settle his father's estate and then leave Last Chance for good. Still wounded by a broken heart, Simon is surprised when the town's charming streets and gentle spirit bring back good memories. Soon the beautiful, strong-willed Molly sparks a powerful attraction that tempts him to break his iron-clad no-commitment rule. Can Simon and Molly find a way to share work space-and build a future together in Last Chance?
Molly Canaday pulled the tow truck in front of the silver Hyundai Sonata. She killed the
engine and used her side-view mirror to assess the stranded motorist.
He was not from around these parts.
For one thing, he was driving a rental car.
And for another, he was standing in the hot May sunshine wearing a black crew-necked
shirt, gray dress pants, and a charcoal gray worsted sport jacket.
The sun lit up threads of gray in his dark, chin-length hair. He hadn't shaved today, but
somehow the stubble looked carefully groomed.
This guy was seriously lost, like he'd made a wrong turn in Charleston and kept on
She straightened her ball cap and hopped from the truck's cab. "Howdy," she said, putting
out her hand for him to shake. "I'm Molly Canaday from Bill's Grease Pit. We're located in Last
Chance, just down the road a ways. The rental agency sent your distress call to us. What seems
to be the problem?"
Mr. I'm-so-cool-and-sexy regarded her hand, then let his gaze climb up to her battered
Atlanta Braves hat, then back down to her favorite Big and Rich T-shirt, ending with her baggy
painter's pants. His mouth curled at the corners like a couple of ornate apostrophes. The smile
was elegant and sexy, and might have impressed Molly if it hadn't also been a tiny bit smirk-like.
She forced a neutral customer-service expression to her face, even as she dropped her
hand. She sure wanted to leave Mr. Urban Cool to burn up by the side of the road. Maybe walking the six miles into town in the blistering sun would help him lose that smirk.
He finally spoke in an accent that sounded like it came from nowhere. "Canaday, huh?
Does Red Canaday still coach the Rebels' football team?"
Whoa, this guy didn't look like your average football fan. Much less like anyone who
would know anything about Davis High's football program. "Uh, yeah, he's my daddy." She
studied his face, trying to place him. He had dark brown eyes and a sturdy, straight nose. He
didn't look a lick like anyone Molly knew.