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“Really?” Excitement spreads through me.
Betty has been a secret project. For the last couple of weeks, she’s been down at G’s auto shop and Ace and Conner have worked nonstop to fix her up. But given that Conner is pulling me toward the Jaggers huge double garage, I figure she must finally be ready.
“This is it, babe. Just you, me... and Betty.” He yanks open the door and lets me past.
“Oh my God,” I breathe. “She’s beautiful.”
“She’s something, right?”
The pale blue metallic paint glitters under the strip lighting. Betty hasn’t just been restored to her former beauty, she’s been given one hell of an upgrade.
“I can’t believe you did all this.” I mean, I can. Money is no object for the Jaggers, but the fact that Conner has been slaving away to make something so perfect for us… Well, it makes a ball of emotion lodge in my throat.
“I love it.”
“Her,” he corrects, running his hand over the paintwork. “She’s a little temperamental, but I like a girl who keeps me on my toes.” Humor dances in his eyes. “So what do you think? Can you see yourself on the road in her?”
“Hell yeah. I can’t wait to leave the Bay.” I lace my arms around his neck.
“We should probably take her for a test run, you know, just to make sure everything is okay.”
“A test run?” My brow arches as I let my lips ghost over Conner’s.
He grips my hips, dragging me closer. I can feel him at my stomach, already long and hard.
“Do you have any idea how badly I want you?” The words flutter over my mouth. “Sitting through that meal was torture. All I could think about was sliding to the floor and burying my face between your legs, eating you for dessert.”
“Con,” I breathe as his lips trail hot, wet kisses down the slope of my neck.
“Get inside the van, K. Now.”
My stomach coils tightly at the dominance in his voice. He pulls open the side door and I climb inside. The bed is already pulled out. There isn’t much room, but I can’t think of anything better than spending long summer nights here with Conner.
He leans inside and grabs something. I snag his wrist when I catch a glimpse of the sign.
“Please tell me that’s not what I think it is.”
He holds it up proudly, grinning from ear to ear. “I had it custom-made, what do you think?”
“If the van’s a rocking, don’t come a knocking. Conner,” I snicker, “you cannot put that on the door.”
“Why not? It’s better than some poor unsuspecting camper getting an eyeful.”
“Oh my God, you’re crazy.” Laughter bubbles in my chest as I watch him hang the sign on a hook I want to believe he didn’t put there on purpose... but I know without a doubt he did. Because Conner Jagger is that guy. The one who will make you laugh and constantly keep you guessing as to what zany idea he’ll come up with next.
And I love him for it.
I love his passion and loyalty and the way he cares so fiercely about his family and friends. The way he wears his heart on his sleeve for all to see.
Conner climbs into the van, sliding the door closed behind him.
“It’s a little tight.”
“That’s what he said.”
I swat him on his chest, but he snags my wrist, rolling on top of me. I’m pretty sure his feet are hanging over the bed and there’s barely any room to sit up, but we’ll make it work.
“Perhaps I didn’t think this through.” His brows knit.
