She certainly hadn’t thought she’d be sitting behind a dirty counter with grease-stained accounts and paperwork, a dusty printer and a greasy computer keyboard. The computer desktop was heavily covered in dirt, so much so that she was surprised that Ben could even read it. Watching her lift her hand slowly from a stack of parts magazines and turn it over to find grease smudged on her palm, along with a hefty dose of grime, Ben cleared his throat. “Maybe you should take a couple of days to, you know, clean the place up.” Ash looked at him. “The workshop?” “Hell no!” Taken aback by his vehemence, she didn’t know exactly where to look, a blush steeling into her cheeks. “The workshop is my domain and my domain only.” Ben frowned. “Sorry, didn’t mean to bite. Just that once you let a woman start messing around a man’s workshop, next thing you now you have curtains at the damned windows and a doily under the tool box.” “I understand.” She regained her composure.
