"I still can't believe you put a tracker on my car," I mumble.

I also can't believe how much that turns me on, but I keep that to myself. I don't feel so stalkerish about always peeking out my window towards his shop to see what he was doing.

"Trust that I'm always going to know where you are. I'm going to put a tracker on your fine ass." I can hear the laughter in his voice, but I know he's not joking.

"I want one too." I lift my head to look up at him.

"Go for it. I only go to the shop ...