Jet by Tarin Lex

Penelope:
“What are you afraid of?”
Well, let’s see: spiders, death, getting lost, taking risks, calories, germs, failing as a mother… the aircraft mechanic dripping pheromones in my back seat, asking me questions I’ve never even asked myself. Seeing my soul. Actually listening. That last one will do me in, if his rumbling voice and wicked smirk don’t kill me first. Germs. Mayflies. Ladders. Did I really just tell him why I’m scared of ladders? Vulnerability. Real emotions. Falling in love… Oh, shit.

Jet:
“I’m not afraid of anything,” she whispers. “Not tonight.”
I may be hopelessly romantic, but my job as a night-shift IA mechanic leaves little time for love and dating. When my truck breaks an hour before I have to be at work, I don’t have a choice but to call a rideshare and just wait. I pray he’s the keep-to-himself type…that is, until I meet the enchanting driver. She slays me with her dazzling smile and swaying hips, and now I’m thinking I’d like to keep her all to myself… “Aren’t you going to come?” she asks. Count on it, doll.