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“Oh, okay. I’m pretty close,” I muttered, already backing out of the parking lot.
“Just wait in your car until I get there,” he told me.
“I can do that,” I breathed, relief flooding my body.
> Wentworth Wheels was only about five minutes from the library. I parked on the street, instead of the lot. I didn’t want Trace coming out and asking me why I was there before Trent arrived.
I stayed alert, watching for Trent’s black car. When it pulled into the lot across the street, I got out of my car, braving the cold.
He was already out of his car and grinning as I jogged across the street. Thank God I’d worn flats today.
“I can’t believe the librarians watched us have sex,” he laughed with a smirk.
“Stop talking about it,” I gagged, “and don’t you dare say anything to your brother about this,” I pointed a warning finger at him.
“Trust me, I won’t,” he raised his hands in surrender. “I’d never hear the end of it from him. Come on,” Trent waved for me to follow him into the garage.
In my skirt and button down jacket, I felt extremely over dressed. Plus, my legs were cold.
“Trace?” Trent called out. “Where are you?”
Something metal clanged to the ground, and then we heard, “Over here,” coming from our right.
“What are you guys doing here?” Trace asked, sliding out from under a car and scaring me half to death.
“I have a solution to your problem,” Trent smirked, shoving his hands in his pockets as he rocked back on his heels.
“What problem?” Trace slid out even further so he could sit up.
“The one where the phone’s always ringing and you have to stop working to answer it.” Trent’s grin widened further if that was even possible.
“And how have you solved it?” Trace pushed his dark hair out of his eyes before draping his arms over his knees.
“Rowan,” he pointed to me.
“Me?” I gasped.
“She needs a job. You need someone to answer phones and check inventory. It’s a win-win,” Trent shrugged. “Feel free to thank me and shower me with your affections.” He bowed dramatically.
“Why do you like this guy?” Trace looked up at me. “He’s really dumb.”
“Remember,” Trent leaned against the side of the car Trace was working on, “we both came from the same sperm and egg.”
“And that was unfortunate,” Trace jumped up and ruffled Trent’s hair, “I got all the good looks. Sucks for you.”
Trent shook his head. “Whatever you need to tell yourself to feel better.”
Ignoring his younger brother, Trace eyed me. “Can you handle answering the phone and setting up appointments, plus keep track of parts I need to order?” There was a challenge in his eyes, like he didn’t think I could really do it.
“That’s easy,” I said sassily. I was the kind of person who always rose to the challenge, and this was no exception.
Trace smiled crookedly. “Welcome to Wentworth Wheels,” he held out his hand for me to take. “Just don’t have sex in the office and we’re good.”
My eyes threatened to bug out of my head. How did he know? He was making a joke about Trent and I in the library, right?
“I’m kidding, Rowan. Relax,” he laughed easily, “have all the sex you want, as long as I don’t have to walk in on it. That’s happened one too many times with Avery and Luca, and let me tell you, that’s something no one wants to see.”
With that, Trace sat back down and slid under the car. “Can you start tomorrow?” He slid back out so just his head poked through from beneath the car.
