him more grumpy by not starting on the dot.”
“He’s pissed at me?” Kaige couldn’t necessarily blame Cobra. He’d robbed them of the chance to iron shit out in private before their audience with a stranger. If nothing else, Hot Rods stuck together.
“Nah. I think he’s more annoyed with himself.” The big guy rubbed the back of his neck with one hand. “I can see both sides. I think he realizes now that he should have approached the situation differently.”
“Hey, don’t worry.” Super Nova flipped his tablet closed and gave his friend his full attention. Rebel hated when they fought between them. Maybe it was something from his past he’d never divulged. In fact, of all the Hot Rods, Kaige knew the least about Bryce’s history. He’d always been super tight-lipped about his life before Hot Rods. Even more than Roman, and that was saying something. “It’s gonna be okay. We’ll work it out. I promise.”
“I know.” Bryce smiled. “We always do. I don’t like to see you two at each other’s throats, that’s all. Any of us, really. It’s not worth it, you know. We’ve been through enough shit we had no control over to get tangled up in stuff we can do something about.”
“I’m going. Right now.” Kaige sat up and swung his feet out of the now-open door. He stepped into his boots and laced them up. While he did, he looked to Bryce and grinned. “We’ll kiss and make up. No worries, Rebel.”
“Get the hell out of here.”
A leather work glove hit him in the head, scattering his dreads around his face, as he strutted toward the main office of the garage, still smiling.
They’d make it through today. Like every day.
Kaige shoved open the glass door separating the garage from the front office of the shop. He stepped inside and nearly tripped over the mat designed to keep the low pile, industrial carpets reasonably free of oil and dirt.
Ms. Brown perched on the edge of a molded plastic guest chair across the wide desk from Eli, who sprawled in his King Cobra throne, fashioned from the seat of a Ferrari F360 Challenge. Her spine risked cracking from being forced so straight and her long, graceful fingers were folded in her lap.
Kaige blinked then looked back and forth between the shop owner and the consultant the guy had hired on sight yesterday. Now this was starting to make more sense. After all, Super Nova took one glance at her and knew what he’d like to do.
Though nailing her up against the wall really had nothing to do with work and everything to do with leisure.
Rich mocha skin and wide brown eyes offset the pearly white of her teeth. Seriously kissable lips were enhanced by a deep maroon gloss. Lustrous hair in oversized waves curled below her shoulders, making him dream about tugging it just a little as he slid inside her over and over.
He shook his head to clear it. Unsuccessfully.
This beautiful young woman was no Ms. Brown . Hell no, she could try to hide behind that prim and proper suit jacket all she wanted. It didn’t obscure her lush breasts or the tiny waist that flared to perfectly curved hips. At most, he put her in her mid-twenties.
Right in range…
He was screwed. How could he freeze out someone who warmed him instantly? Shaking his head, he dedicated himself to doing exactly that.
“Kaige Davis, this is Ms. Brown. Her sister feels confident about pulling off the wedding in the next two weeks, like Sally hoped. Ms. Brown thought she could lend a hand on the business side of things to keep me freed up to help on the matrimonial front.” Eli couldn’t have phrased his introduction more politically. What was he hinting at?
Nola Brown squinted at the two men facing off, wondering if the office would get torn to shreds if the menacing newcomer decided to revolt. Why wouldn’t he stop glaring at her?
As if one surly bastard would scare her off? He had no idea the places she’d come from. Instead of wilting beneath his stare, which lingered too long
“He’s pissed at me?” Kaige couldn’t necessarily blame Cobra. He’d robbed them of the chance to iron shit out in private before their audience with a stranger. If nothing else, Hot Rods stuck together.
“Nah. I think he’s more annoyed with himself.” The big guy rubbed the back of his neck with one hand. “I can see both sides. I think he realizes now that he should have approached the situation differently.”
“Hey, don’t worry.” Super Nova flipped his tablet closed and gave his friend his full attention. Rebel hated when they fought between them. Maybe it was something from his past he’d never divulged. In fact, of all the Hot Rods, Kaige knew the least about Bryce’s history. He’d always been super tight-lipped about his life before Hot Rods. Even more than Roman, and that was saying something. “It’s gonna be okay. We’ll work it out. I promise.”
“I know.” Bryce smiled. “We always do. I don’t like to see you two at each other’s throats, that’s all. Any of us, really. It’s not worth it, you know. We’ve been through enough shit we had no control over to get tangled up in stuff we can do something about.”
“I’m going. Right now.” Kaige sat up and swung his feet out of the now-open door. He stepped into his boots and laced them up. While he did, he looked to Bryce and grinned. “We’ll kiss and make up. No worries, Rebel.”
“Get the hell out of here.”
A leather work glove hit him in the head, scattering his dreads around his face, as he strutted toward the main office of the garage, still smiling.
They’d make it through today. Like every day.
Kaige shoved open the glass door separating the garage from the front office of the shop. He stepped inside and nearly tripped over the mat designed to keep the low pile, industrial carpets reasonably free of oil and dirt.
Ms. Brown perched on the edge of a molded plastic guest chair across the wide desk from Eli, who sprawled in his King Cobra throne, fashioned from the seat of a Ferrari F360 Challenge. Her spine risked cracking from being forced so straight and her long, graceful fingers were folded in her lap.
Kaige blinked then looked back and forth between the shop owner and the consultant the guy had hired on sight yesterday. Now this was starting to make more sense. After all, Super Nova took one glance at her and knew what he’d like to do.
Though nailing her up against the wall really had nothing to do with work and everything to do with leisure.
Rich mocha skin and wide brown eyes offset the pearly white of her teeth. Seriously kissable lips were enhanced by a deep maroon gloss. Lustrous hair in oversized waves curled below her shoulders, making him dream about tugging it just a little as he slid inside her over and over.
He shook his head to clear it. Unsuccessfully.
This beautiful young woman was no Ms. Brown . Hell no, she could try to hide behind that prim and proper suit jacket all she wanted. It didn’t obscure her lush breasts or the tiny waist that flared to perfectly curved hips. At most, he put her in her mid-twenties.
Right in range…
He was screwed. How could he freeze out someone who warmed him instantly? Shaking his head, he dedicated himself to doing exactly that.
“Kaige Davis, this is Ms. Brown. Her sister feels confident about pulling off the wedding in the next two weeks, like Sally hoped. Ms. Brown thought she could lend a hand on the business side of things to keep me freed up to help on the matrimonial front.” Eli couldn’t have phrased his introduction more politically. What was he hinting at?
Nola Brown squinted at the two men facing off, wondering if the office would get torn to shreds if the menacing newcomer decided to revolt. Why wouldn’t he stop glaring at her?
As if one surly bastard would scare her off? He had no idea the places she’d come from. Instead of wilting beneath his stare, which lingered too long
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