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“It’s Sunday.”
“Yeah? Cars still need to be fixed on Sundays.”
“Where’s Wes?”
His eyebrow zinged up. “With my mom, Miss Ford.”
I stabbed my finger into his chest. “It was just a simple question. And it’s gorgeous outside, that’s all.”
“Yeah, well, I got bills to pay.” He backed up and started for the door.
“Dare, wait.” I glanced back at Macy and she waved me off with a look that said he was my problem.
And he was.
Because I couldn’t stop thinking about him and yet kept jamming my foot into my stupid mouth at the same time. I huffed out a growl and hooked my arm through his to stop him. “Wait.”
“I don’t have time to stand around with you, Teach.”
“Is this going to be a thing now?”
He stared down at me. “I don’t know. You gonna judge me every three seconds about my kid?”
“No, of course not. He’s a great boy. I was just worried about him and needed to tell you about it. Would you rather I ignore him?”
“No.” He fisted his hands at his sides. “I ask him stuff. Make sure he’s doing okay in school. He’s not even seven yet, for fuck’s sake. All he wants to do is play with a football or baseball. I figure that’s a good thing.”
“It is. And he’s a well-adjusted kid. It doesn’t matter that he only has one parent. He’s obviously got a great family unit around him regardless of your single status. I mean, you are single right?”
“I wouldn’t be hot for teacher if I wasn’t, Kel. What kind of an asshole do you take me for?”
I huffed out an annoyed sigh. “Why do we always argue?”
“We don’t always argue. We’re pretty good at fucking too.”
I swallowed and sagged against the brick of J&T’s Automotive. “You can’t say stuff like that.”
He crowded into me, bracing his hand over my head. “Oh, yeah, why’s that? Am I lying? Or are you just lying to yourself?”
“Of course not. And I—of cour
se I liked it. You just don’t need to call it that.”
“Fucking?” He leaned down and the sharp scent of oil hit me followed by his usual crisp clean manly scent. The kind that made me want to bury my nose right into his neck.
His gaze dropped to my nipples. He brushed the back of his knuckle along one aching tip.
I couldn’t help the moan that escaped. All he had to do was look at me and my body wasn’t my own anymore. It was thrilling and unnerving at the same time.
“I’m all dirty right now, but I can appease you if you want.” He nodded toward the dark garage. “Lay you out on the Camaro I’ve been working on all morning.”
I let out a shaky breath.
“Wrap those long legs around my waist so I can bury myself deep.” His voice was grumbly and low. “If you only knew how many nights I thought about it.”
“Why didn’t you call me?”
“So I can be your fuckboy? Nah.”
