The last thing Erik would have thought his temper did to her was make her hot. And a lot of times, most sexual things skimmed over the top of his head, which was sort of funny for a man who seemed to ooze sexual appeal most of the time when he wasn't even trying. He picked up the wrench and walked over to her, handing it over as he watched intensely as she fiddled around in there. Mentally, he cataloged what she did under there, his hand tapping on his hip as he watched intently. It probably wouldn't take him long before he could literally rebuild the engine himself.