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"Forget the shirt. Give me the keys to your van."
"They won't do you any good."
"They'll do me plenty of good, I assure you." Like getting him the hell away from this wacky woman and back to his staid, predictable life.
"Okay, if you insist. They're on the kitchen counter."
He stormed to the kitchen and snatched up the keys. The tattered pants slapping his legs, he stomped outdoors. The ground had softened from last night's rain, and dirt clung to the soles of his socks. Too irritated to search in the van for his loafers, he climbed behind the wheel and jammed the key in the ignition.
Nothing.
He turned the key again. S.O.L. The damn engine was dead.
Grinding his teeth, he tromped back into the cabin. He found Nikki in the kitchen, calmly chopping green peppers.
"The van won't start."
"I know."
His teeth wore down another inch. "Would you also happen to know why?"
She smiled, still chopping. "I misplaced the distributor cap."
He groaned. Patience, Hart. She wants to drive you nuts.
