It was hotter than a firestorm outside, and I was steaming too–for ol’ Rob, the new car mechanic at the corner garage. Our eyes held a silent but electrifying attraction for an instant, before I lamely asked about my air filter. But I could feel the heat from his smoldering gaze follow me around, his steel muscles bulging as he worked under the hood. We shared a shared a mutual unspoken understanding that soon the engine would be revving – and it wasn’t my car.