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shook on their wager if Kaige’s knuckles hadn’t drawn a wince from the older guy. Instead he laid his hand on Nova’s wrist and squeezed.
     
     
    Kaige refused to groan as he trailed his aching fingers along the orange and yellow stitching that dotted the green leather inside his Nova. The colors exactly matched the flames running down the side panels of the emerald metallic paintjob Sally had slaved over. Holden had done a phenomenal job with the interior, attending to the tiniest details, like the constellations embroidered across the headrests. His friend always did great work. Still, this had to be some of his best. Anything they did for a fellow Hot Rod went above and beyond.
    The wide bench seat made a great couch. Kaige reclined, with one arm behind his head and his feet crossed, ankles resting in the open window as he finished reading the news on his tablet. By getting up at the ass crack of dawn, he’d escaped to the garage to avoid crashing into any of the other members of their gang.
    Childish and embarrassing, his outburst from the night before left a bad taste in his mouth. Bitter. He couldn’t believe he’d lost his cool. Worse, he could only hope he could resign himself to freezing out Ms. Brown today with a chilly welcome, instead of caving to another bout of rage. Especially in light of everything that had come before his explosion. They hadn’t gotten a chance to discuss what yesterday’s fun meant for them going forward. Had it been a onetime show?
    He didn’t think so.
    More like, he hoped not.
    Lunchtime couldn’t come soon enough. On his break he’d call up one of the Powertools crew members—Dave, maybe—and see what advice their more experienced counterparts had for him about bridging the gap between friend and lover now that he was calm enough to listen. Kaige planned to use the rest of the day sweating side-by-side, hard at work, with his friends. Manual labor in their garage bays should take the edge off any awkwardness. Tonight they could dive into details, and likely each other, again.
    Damn it! Not now. He ignored the pulsing of his cock in his coveralls. Luckily the loose fabric would help disguise any untimely chubbies. The odds of an inappropriate hard-on reoccurrence, or a dozen, before dinner were pretty damn good. Unless Ms. Brown shriveled his balls permanently when they met up in…
    Kaige glanced at the time displayed on the modified vintage radio—all the looks of a classic with the conveniences of a modern day ride. Perfect. Three minutes to go before he had to face the music.
    He supposed he could have wandered into the office early, but that meant either loitering there like a kid waiting for the principal to arrive after he’d fucked up royally or making small talk with Cobra. Probably the later, since Eli usually refused to be anything but punctual. Unless Alanso or Sally distracted him, as they had more and more often recently.
    Considering last night, Kaige figured it was best not to get riled up before the meeting.
    For Tom, he’d try to keep an open mind. Assume King Cobra had positive intentions. Once he’d chased off the meddling Ms. Brown, he would have a chance to show his friend what tricks he’d been keeping up his sleeves for the future of the garage.
    “Yo, Super Nova.” Bryce startled Kaige when he passed the rolled-down window near his head. “Quit hiding and get to work.”
    “I’m not—”
    “Sure. Get over your moping then.” Rebel grinned as he joked, though the sting resulting from his jabs proved there might be some truth to his taunts. Kaige watched his friend through the front glass of his windshield as the guy set up his station. Bryce was their customer service rep in addition to a kickass mechanic. He had a way of keeping people calm and smoothing things over with a professionalism that Kaige envied. Today seemed to be no exception. “I saw your nine o’clock pulling up just now. And Eli’s already in his office. Don’t make