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I hold his gaze as I tell him, “I wouldn’t hurt you.”
Spencer’s shoulders rise and fall with a deep breath. “Not intentionally, no. I don’t think you would.”
“What does this mean?”
His arms tighten around me when he lifts his head to glance around the open space. “I think this means I’m here to stay for a while.”
“Back in Fairview Valley.”
He chuckles. “I never thought I’d say that again.” Just as suddenly, the smile melts from his face as he looks like a decade of guilt settles in its place. “I’m ready to try again. I mean, I even got a job here.”
“Something about oil and grease really calls to you, huh?”
The corner of his full mouth tips up. “What can I say? I like to get dirty.” His eyebrows bounce, and his gaze heats.
Laying my palm flat on the center of his warm, muscled chest, I push him back. I roll my eyes at the measly inch of space I create. “Unlike you, I get dirty enough at my job, so a mechanic shop isn’t all that appealing to me.”
“Don’t lie.” Spencer yanks me tight against his torso, his mouth dipping low to the shell of my ear. “I know just how dirty you can be, kitten.”
At my full-body tremble, Spencer laughs again.
“Come on.” He releases me to take my hand in his warm grip and tugs me away from my car.
“Where are we going?”
Spencer turns halfway around with a full smile on his face. I’m instantly transported back in time to blue skies, teal water, and sandy beaches.
“I have to show you something.”
Spencer
I never put much stock into what shape my heart was in until I started spending time around Cortney Powell. The way the damn thing hammers against my ribs has me about ready to check-in to the local hospital for a stress test. With her hand firmly in mine, I kill the lights to the auto shop and drag her out the door with me. The door locks behind us with a deafeningclick.
“Hope you’re confident in your choice to follow, because your car is locked in there until morning.”
“This feels a little bit like a hostage situation.”
I look down to search her face, finding only the sarcasm that I love. “Don’t worry. I’ll make it the sexy kind.”
“Those are my favorite.”
I roll my eyes and lead her to my truck. “I know. I’ve seen your eBook library.”
She gasps in outrage. “Spencer Stone. That’s like going through a woman’s underwear drawer.”
“I plan to do that someday too.”
She pats me on the arm with hardly any force, and I repay her by tapping her ass when I open the passenger door to my truck. “Up you go, kitten.”
She glares without heat, reinforcing her position when she swiftly plants a kiss on my lips as she settles in the seat.
“Put away the claws,” I order. Grabbing the silver buckle, I strap her in.
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” She asks over the purr of the engine.
“I feel like making it a surprise. It’s not far.”
I’m not lying. She barely has time to find a song on the radio before I’m pulling into the dark driveway of a modest rambler.
