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Her coverall clad legs poked out from under the engine. How such dainty feet could wear those huge work boots, Simon would never know. He could tell she was enthralled by the familiar sounds of clangs and curses.

He walked into the engine room while clearing his throat . . . didn't want to sneak up on her while she was in this position. She peeked thought the cogs and wires and saw him peering down at her. "Hey!" she beamed up at him.

"Working on the engine?" Simon was horrid at starting conversations.

"No." Kaylee fought the grin that spread across her face unsuccessfully.

Simon rolled his eyes at his own stupidity.

"Hey," Kaylee held her ratchet up for him to see. "Grab me a half inch outta my box, will ya?"

"Um . . . sure!" Simon trotted over to Kaylee's box of random tools and looked into it. There was absolutely no order, and everything was thrown into it as if it were a child's toy box. Simon pushed the contents around a bit making an ungodly racket. "Um .. what exactly does a . .um, half inch look like?"

It was now Kaylee's turn to roll her eyes. "It looks like a little metal cylinder."

"Right." Simon shuffled the contents some more to no avail.

With a sigh, Kaylee pushed herself out from under the engine and stood bedside Simon looking into the box. She shot her greasy hand in and instantly pulled out her needed socket. She held it up to Simon in an open palm. Simon nodded silently.

As Kaylee fitted the socket onto her ratchet, Simon sniffed the air. He leaned in a bit closer to Kaylee. "Hm . . . you smell .. nice."

Kaylee blushed a bit and looked down smiling. "Thanks."

"I don't think I've ever smelled that scent on you before." Simon sniffed again leaning a bit closer to Kaylee.

Kaylee's stomach flipped. He was definitely flirting with her. She grinned.

"It's lavender," a deep voice came from the doorway of the engine room.

Simon took a step back, straitened his stance, and turned to look at Jayne. "That's what I figured," he said smugly, "I'm surprised you'd know such a scent."

Kayle slunk back under her engine.

Jayne's eyes narrowed, "Lavender happens to be my favorite smell."