He snorted then waved me off. “Drive safe.”
I blew him a kiss then headed for the garage doors, so I could go rescue this guy and his car from the side of the road and add yet another thing to our already endless list of tasks.
The guy sitting on the trunk of his car was goddamn gorgeous. With black hair and pale skin, he stood out like a beacon in a state like Florida. He wore shorts and a pair of loafers with a black button-up thin-linen shirt that was only fastened halfway, revealing strong pectoral muscles and even more of that pale skin that was surprisingly enticing. And as I drew closer to him in the truck, I was surprised to see a hint of black ink on his chest as the wind blew his shirt to the side just a tiny bit.
I was officially intrigued by the younger guy.
He lifted his gaze, and just like when I’d met Kip all those fucking years ago when we were just kids in high school, the breath was stolen from my lungs. The boy’s eyes were pale blue andhaunted. So beautifully haunted. Dark bags rested beneath them, showing a lack of rest or sleep—maybe even acombination of both. His jawline was sharp, his lips full, and a silver stud glinted on the side of his nose.
He wasperfectfor me and Kip. And the only time I’d ever been more certain of something in my life was when I knew Kip was meant to be mine.
I stepped from the truck and smiled, holding out my tatted hand for him to shake as he slid off the trunk of his expensive BMW.
“Michelle,” I introduced myself. “You called for a tow?”
He nodded. “Thanks for coming so quickly. It’s hot as fucking balls out here, and it’s making me just as goddamn sweaty.”
I laughed because he wasn’t wrong. Florida summers were brutal.
“Keys?” I asked. He handed them to me, and I made my way around to the driver’s side door to shift the car into neutral. “You can go ahead and hop into the truck,” I told him. “There’s air conditioning and water.”
“A fucking guardian angel,” he drawled. “Thanks.”
I smirked and watched him go for a moment, admiring the way his shorts hugged his tight ass. Christ, he really was beautiful. And a little snarky. I loved it. And I knew without a shadow of a doubt that Kip would fucking love him, too.
After getting his car into neutral, I headed to the truck and climbed into the driver’s seat before pulling to the front of his car and backing up so I could get it onto the flatbed. “Need help?” he asked when I pushed open my door.
“Nah. You sit there and look pretty for me.”
I winked, and he smirked, not taken aback in the slightest. Like he knew how good he looked—and fuck, he was definitely hot enough to be cocky about it—he brushed his hand down his sweaty, bare chest, his eyes staying level with mine.
“If you like what you see…” he practically purred, leaving the rest to my imagination. And the way he was looking at me? Yeah, no way to interpret his meaning incorrectly.
I grinned. “We’ll see, bub.”
And with that, I shut the door then headed to the back of the tow truck. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I shot a quick text off to Kip.
Michelle:
I think I found the one for us. He’s fucking perfect, baby.
Then, I shoved my phone back into my pocket and got to work, so I could get this boy back to the shop as quickly as possible and show him off to my husband. The boy was everything I’d been searching for, and I knew Kip would feel the same.
Maybe, just maybe, we couldfinallyadd a permanent third into our marriage who wantedbothof us and what we had to offer.
Chapter Two
Kip
I stepped out of the bay, taking a moment to admire the black BMW M4 sitting on the back of the tow truck. It was a damn good car—fast and expensive. Something I usually only saw people with more money than common sense driving around, especially around here. The number of times I’d towed one from the scene of an accident was too many to count.
The sound of a door shutting reached my ears, and I glanced over, doing a double take when I saw the guy who got out of the passenger side of the tow truck. I hadn’t been sure what to expect when I’d seen the car, but it hadn’t beenhim. He didn’t fit the bill I was used to.
Michelle was right. He really was fucking perfect—all pale skin, midnight black hair, and icy blue eyes. Sadness seemed to linger just beneath the surface, and it made the Daddy in me rise up. I wanted to protect him and take care of him. To help him heal from whatever had hurt him.
One look at my wife as she rounded the front of the truck told me she felt the same urges I did.
“Why don’t you go on into the office?” Michelle suggested as she stopped in front of the boy. “Kip and I will get this off the truck real quick.”
