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She narrowed her eyes at him. “Did you sell your part to him?” she asked softly, jerking her head to Noah.
Rory looked at Noah. Noah didn’t take his eyes off her. The look should have made her wary, nervous. It would have, long ago and far away, if her husband had looked at her like that.
“No.” Rory pursed his lips, watching her carefully now.
Ignoring Noah, she walked across the room, placed her hands flat on the desk, and leaned over it.
“Do you want to buy me out? I can pack up and move back to Georgia and you can have it, without me. Is that what you want?”
Shock, surprise, filled his eyes. “No. Belle. Damn. No.” He shook his head fiercely. He looked at Noah and said, furiously, “What the hell did you do to her?”
“Does he own a part of this garage?” she snapped.
Rory blew out a hard breath. “No.”
“Then his opinion doesn’t matter, does it?”
“Maybe I wouldn’t say that.” Rory winced. “Come on, Belle, he knows what he’s doing.”
“And I don’t?” She straightened, her chin lifting. “Where was he the past six years? Did he walk in here and bust his ass to fix what went to hell when Nathan left?”
“No. He didn’t.” Rory’s voice firmed, his expression tightening.
“Next time, Rory, the two of you can have at it,” she bit out. “Don’t make that mistake again. My husband left me half of this business. That means half the decisions are mine. Not a stranger’s and sure as hell not some interloper who thinks he can walk in and own everything Nathan possessed. Are we clear on that?”
Rory rubbed the back of his neck. “We’re clear.” He finally nodded.
Sabella didn’t bother to spare Noah a glance. She turned, jerked an overshirt off the nearby hook, and stalked back into the garage, satisfied that at least that obstacle had been taken care of.
Noah stared at the door, crossed his arms over his chest, then turned back to Rory. His brother was sweating. There was a fine film of perspiration on his forehead and, frankly, his blue eyes held a gleam of fear in them.
“Who was that woman?” He nodded to the door.
Rory shook his head. “The same one who walked into this garage almost three years after her husband left her, took one look at it, and started cleaning it up.”
Rory jerked to his feet and glared at Noah. “And she’s right. Where the hell were you when she was dying inside and nearly losing everything that meant anything to her? You want your dirty work done here, do it yourself.” He jerked his keys from the desk and headed for the door. “And stay the hell away from her, if you’re smart. The last man who pissed her off like that nearly ended up with a wrench buried in the back of his head when she went after him. I have a feeling she wouldn’t deliberately miss where you’re concerned. I wouldn’t if I were her.”
Noah watched as his brother disappeared through the other door. He stared at the door to the garage, then the door Rory had left through. Through the window he watched as Toby James strode across the lot, throwing Rory a frown as he passed.
Noah leaned against the desk behind him as Toby entered the office.
“Still pissing everyone off?” the boy grunted, as though it were a given.
Noah stared back at him coolly.
“Great,” Toby muttered, shook his head then moved to the desk behind Noah. “Can you move your butt for me? I need to get some work done here.”
Noah turned his head, stared the boy down, and watched him slowly pale. At least he could still intimidate someone.
“Maybe not.” Toby sat down, pulled a list of invoices from the stack at the side of the desk, and powered up the computer.
Noah moved then. He opened the garage door, revealing the sight of his wife’s knees sticking out from under a car, and felt his cock go stone hard in a heartbeat. As though it hadn’t been hard to start with.
Her legs were spread over the sides of the mechanic’s roller; whatever the hell she was doing under that car it wasn’t something she had done during their marriage.
Where was his wife? And why the hell was this woman pretending to be her making the blood surge hard and heavy through his veins?
He was furious, aroused, and intrigued. And damned determined. Tonight, he was definitely getting into his wife’s pants again.
