"He's always been really selective about who he hired to look after the cars. Instead, he started laughing about it. I asked him why he wasn't pissed ...off. You know what he said? He told me that the car ran just the same as it did in 1985 - because it was always breaking down on him then, too." So your dad and I both have crappy tastes in cars," Andy replied. "Is that what you're saying?" I'm saying that I understand guys and cars," Regan told him. "I mean, I don't really understand either one. She ran a hand over her leg, pushing the skirt a little higher. Deliberately? Probably.There was a crash from the kitchen and Claire squealed. I was on my feet, but no-one else moved. I paused a second, then headed for the kitchen.Claire was crouched on the floor, picking up some broken crockery. "Let me." I said smiling."Thanks!" she said. "Got so much to do, and he's useless!!" she nodded to the living room.She stood back up and I crouched to pick up the shards of broken china. I looked. “Please don’t worry about it, Easy. I’m sure Miss Thornton has another one with her. I’ll take care of the dry cleaning.”Easy smiled and leaned across the table to touch Mark’s hand; far enough over the table for her to give Mark Walters an excellent downblouse inside her jacket.“You’re a sweetheart, Mark. Any woman worth her breeding can see you are a gentleman first and likely possess a roguish nature second.” Easy lowered her head and looked over her glasses as if she was blushing just for. He placed the double tray of coffees and a box of doughnuts on the Greyhound’s table and offered his right hand.“Hi Carl, good to see you too!” Carl and Ken were teammates in their junior hockey years but lost touch a long time ago.“Hey, what goes around comes around. Now we’re the coaches and teachers,” Carl quipped.“Let’s exchange email addresses and phone numbers now that we’re both in the OHL again,” Ken suggested.Carl took out his cell phone, and they exchanged information, promising to.