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“Oh, I like that. Excellent idea.” He rises onto one elbow and stares down at me. “Nadia, I’d like to take you on a date. A real date. What do you say?”
I stroke his chin and smile. “I’d like that, too.”
We kiss. Then, I cuddle deeper into Harry’s arms, pushing back against his front, loving how I turn him on with just that little move. He’s already getting so damn hard again.
He flips me onto my back and puts his mouth on mine once more. His big hands spread my thighs and I know he’s about to take me again. “I’ve loved you since the very first night I saw you,” he murmurs. “Everybody thought I was crazy, but I just knew…”
“Thank you for believing in us when I didn’t.” I kiss his cheek. “Thank you for proving to me that love at first sight exists.”
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HARRY
Review: 4.6 stars.Pass.
Review: 4.2 stars.Nah.
Review: 4.5 stars.Just not good enough.
I sigh heavily, scrolling down to the next restaurant on this app. None of these options will do for the romantic date I’m planning for Nadia.
I’ve spent most of the day researching every fine dining experience in Sin Valley, Honey Hill and the surrounding areas. I’ve been reading online reviews word for word, calling around, and looking for something that will offer the best romantic setting. I’m starting to get frustrated.
“Are you gonna pass me that wrench over there or are you gonna just sit around looking pretty?” Jasper’s got his head under the hood of my car. I brought it into his shop for a check-up this afternoon and I’d be lying my ass off if I said I have any idea what he’s doing under there.
“Sorry,” I grumble, distractedly grabbing the wrench sitting atop his tool chest and passing it his way.
My brother may be a huge idiot sometimes, but he’s running quite an impressive operation over here. This is the most popular mechanic and auto body shop in town. He’s got a huge client roster and employees and everything.
Across the service bay, Jasper’s best friend Simon is polishing up an old Pontiac, dancing around to a catchy, old school song as he does. There’s a secretary who’s been busy on the phone, setting customer appointments and negotiating prices with car part dealers since I walked in here.
And it looks like Jasper’s got a new employee, too. Dad roams around the shop, wearing greasy coveralls and pushing a broom around the floor. Who’d have thunk that the brilliant and successful Luther Westbrook would become an unpaid mechanic’s helper in his quasi-retirement? Life is strange sometimes.
But Dad claims that he needs to keep busy. So here he is.
“What are you doing over there, son?” he asks me, whisking the broom across the concrete floor for the twentieth time.
“I’m looking for a restaurant to take Nadia to.” I spin left to right on the little shop stool I’m sitting on.
Mason looks up from where he’s leaned against his own tailgate, flipping through a local newspaper. “Wait—Nadia? She’s going out with you again? You got another date with her?”
By some stroke of luck—or misfortune, probably—Cash and Mason happen to be here with their vehicles, too.
Don’t tell Jasper but none of us are actually in need of urgent car repairs. The thing is, his house used to be our main hangout spot back in the day. Impromptu cookouts on a random Tuesday afternoon in summer. Basketball games in the driveway. Poker and drinks any night of the week.
But ever since darling Sparkle showed up in my brother’s life, he’s been enforcing boundaries on the homefront. He takes this dad thing seriously. So now, us guys need to use our cars as an excuse to come down to the repair shop and spend brotherly time together.
Codependency makes you do shameful things.
My head springs up and I flash a Cheshire Cat grin around the service bay at the guys. “I got more than just another date with Nadia. I got a fucking lifetime.” I pause for dramatic effect. “Nadia and I got married.”
“You’remarried?!” a new voice barks out and we spin around to find Davis strolling in, his police cruiser parked on the sidewalk just beyond the garage doors.
Puffing up my chest and metaphorically swinging my big dick around, I fill them in on the latest episode in my saga with Nadia. I tell them about our drunken nuptials after the gala and about that scary moment when I thought that my wife would demand an annulment and cut all ties with me. I have them hanging onto my every word.
But when I tell them that, through divine intervention, she has agreed to figure things out with me instead of dragging me down to the nearest divorce court, the guys pile on top of me, with manly hugs and pats on the back.
“Hold up!” Jasper says in the middle of our group huddle, “Are you saying you’ll be getting your dick wet sometime soon?”
