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other trainers.”
    “I prefer to go by Veronica when here.” She held out a hand to Simon.
    He grinned, took her hand, and instead of shaking it, turned it over and kissed her palm. “A pleasure, Veronica. Welcome to Overwatch.”
    “Now who’s touching, buddy?” Ian growled.
    Ronnie laughed and looked back and forth between them. “I knew from the introductions that this place was special, but I have to admit, I’m surprised at how casual everyone is. I mean, most of the guys I’ve met in the past were all puffed up and adamant about being called Sir or Master every time I opened my mouth. This mostly feels ...”
    “Normal?” Ian said.
    She shook her head. “Natural. It feels natural.”
    “She’s gonna be special,” Simon said a few minutes later while they watched her walking away from them.
    Tearing his gaze from Ronnie’s tight ass, he glanced at Simon, already knowing what he would see. Sure enough, the Dom’s gaze was also locked onto Ronnie. An unfamiliar feeling stirred deep within, but before he could examine it, Adam’s whistle echoed through the club, signaling the end of class.

CHAPTER THREE

    A week later Ronnie parked behind Sam’s Auto and shook her head at the guy by the back door.
    “Delilah sounds good,” he said when she got out of the car and started toward him.
    “She’s doing good.” Ronnie leaned against the wall, and they both stared at the deep-purple ’70 Barracuda she’d named after a legendary temptress. The car was her baby, and the way she purred proved that a mother’s love was an amazing thing.
    “What about you?” she asked Zane, the owner of the garage. “Tina know you’re out here sneaking a smoke?”
    Sam’s Auto was an old-school style brick garage with four bay doors and service areas that Zane had inherited from his dad, an old stock racing legend. His thirteen-year-old daughter usually worked the counter up front and ran the shop like a mini Dominatrix, making all the guys ask how high when she said jump. Her mother, Zane’s wife, had died from cancer when she was only five years old, and one of the things that was sure to send Tina on a rant that made them all cringe was catching her dad with a cigarette.
    “She’s spending the weekend with her grandparents. They just picked her up”
    “Ahh,” That explained why he was smoking. Not only was Tina not there to monitor him, but she was with his in-laws. The ones who’d tried to take custody away from him after his wife died because they didn’t approve of a race-car driver raising their grandbaby.
    Zane had retired from racing to raise her.
    He glanced at Ronnie. “Don’t worry. I’ll work the counter so you can work your magic in the bay. We got a tow-in late last night. Need you to figure out why this lady’s car keeps dying on her.”
    She pushed off the wall and headed inside. “Sounds good.”
    “Do the Caravan’s oil first,” he shouted after her.
    “Yeah, yeah,” she muttered.
    After putting her lunch in the shop fridge, she pulled coveralls over her shorts and tank and went to work. It wasn’t glamorous or as challenging as working on the hot rods and muscle cars the majority of their clientele brought them, but oil changes and wheel balancing helped pay the bills at the garage, and Ronnie could do them blindfolded. The thought of being blindfolded made her nipples tighten, and her mind wandered as her hands went about the work.
    The night before Scarlet, had dropped by the apartment with a six pack of beer, and Ronnie had finally told her what she was up to.
    “First off,” she said, “I’m so glad there’ll be no more of that Internet dating going on. You know I worried every time you went to meet someone.”
    It was true. Scarlet had been her “safe call” every time Ronnie had gone out to meet someone, and though her friend understood why Ronnie did what she did, she hadn’t liked it a bit.
    “Second. Adam and Simon both sound delicious, but why the hell have you