“Seriously?” I blurted out at his crass vocabulary.
Do you want to crawl all over him in the morning? he went on, and I let out a loud sigh.
Yeah. Shut up now.
I jutted out my thumbs, typing to tell him just that, when another text rolled in before I finished.
What the hell? Did he take lessons in speed texting?
Does he give you a lady boner? he teased. Make your loins quiver and throb? Do you masturbate to him?
“Madoc!” I growled at my phone, squeezing it tight. “What the . . . ?”
Why so quiet? My phone beeped again. Answer my questions, Tate!
Motherf . . . I clenched my teeth. “I’d talk if you’d just shut up, jackass,” I fumed.
He texted again, and I just slumped my shoulders, walking back into the bedroom, defeated.
Okay, real quick: Ben or Jared? he inquired.
Huh?
Ben or Jared? he urged again. Don’t think. Just say the first name that pops into your head.
My mouth fell open, exhaling a frustrated sigh. “Wha . . .”
Ben or Jared!!! he text-screamed.
My thumbs shook as I tried to type, but my brain felt like little electric wires were zapping every hair follicle on my scalp.
I squeezed the phone, trying to find the letters.
Now! he beeped.
“Ugh!” I plopped down on my bed, crashing back on the mattress and pounding the sides with my fists, giving up.
Jerk.
I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to remember what the point of the conversation had been.
Madoc was Madoc. He’d drive you crazy with fifteen questions so you’d figure out the answer on your own, rather than take two seconds to give you the answer himself. He felt the journey was more important than the destination.
Just like me.
I slipped my hand into my hair and rubbed my scalp, exhaling a laugh at the irony.
My phone beeped in my palm, and I groaned.
Gosh, you’re quiet today.
I shook my head, amused and exhausted at the same time. I brought my phone up above me, typing my response.
Very funny.
His response came immediately. Shall I tell you what to do?
Yes, I replied.
But you already know.
I typed quickly. Tell me anyway.
His text took only a moment. You tell the guy you’re dating that your boyfriend’s back.
I let my arms drift back down to the bed as I closed my eyes, sighing. Yeah, that’s what I was thinking, too.
My phone beeped again. And he’s gonna be in trouble . . .
What the . . . ?
Hey-la,hey-la, my boyfriend’s back, he continued singing, and laughter tickled my throat.
“You’re on crack,” I whispered to myself.
I bit my lip between my teeth, and the warm sensation of anticipation started filling me for the first time in years. I brought up my phone and typed.
You see him comin’, better cut out on the double, I continued the lyrics, smiling.
He texted again as I headed for the bathroom to shower.
Very good, my young Padawan. Very good.
***
After I’d showered and cleaned up, I put on some old jean shorts and a black T-shirt to work on my car. Despite the lack of rain—my favorite kind of weather—the sky was beautiful, with barely any clouds, and the light breeze blew the fragrant summer scents through all the windows in the house.
I bounced down the stairs—with new energy in my step—and stopped to listen wistfully at the boys’ music carrying through the air from next door. I glanced out the window and spotted Madoc, Jax, and Jared all hanging outside around Jax’s Mustang and looking under the hood.
Jared had changed into jeans, and he had a white T-shirt hanging out of his back pocket, and oh, my God . . . a light layer of sweat cooled my back as I took in the sight of the smooth, muscular slope of his back from his neck down to his waist.
The sun beat down on his bare skin, good tunes completed the scene, and I didn’t want to be anywhere else.
Heading into my garage, I hit the door opener, the wash of sunlight hitting the tires and then the hood and front windshield of my dad’s old Chevy Nova.
I grabbed a clean shop cloth off a worktable and slipped it into my back pocket before tying up my hair into a ponytail.
My feet tingled inside my ratty old black Chucks, so before I could chicken out, I walked outside.
I immediately felt Jared’s eyes on me as I unlocked my car, reached in the driver’s side door, and popped the hood. I was trying not to look across my yard to where he was, but then I realized that was a little childish.
So I looked over as I lifted the hood and saw Fallon heading toward me. Behind her was Jared, with his back to me and looking over his shoulder. Those damn brown eyes weren’t on my face, though.
With his eyebrows pinched together, he looked almost angry as his gaze slid up my legs, slowly traveling up my thighs and to my waist. The legion of butterflies you usually get on a roller coaster was now fluttering between my legs, and I breathed out a slow breath to calm myself down.
His hungry gaze met mine, and then he turned around, a model of control.
But that’s the thing. If Jared hadn’t really changed that much, then the need he was feeling wasn’t being forced away.
It was collecting.
And fuck me if I was in his line of sight when it overloaded.
I dove into my garage, assembling the few tools I’d need as Fallon grabbed a stool from the workbench to hang out with me as she watched. “Wish You Hell” by Like a Storm carried over from Jax’s yard, and I busied myself, diving under my hood to perform maintenance work.
During the next hour, Juliet arrived after finishing her volunteer tutoring sessions at the high school. She dashed over, gave Jax a seriously long kiss, and then joined Fallon and me as I replaced some spark plugs, cleaned out some connections, and performed the regular weekly stuff like checking my oil and the pressure on my tires.
“Hey.”
I looked up from under the hood to see Jared’s assistant, Pasha, approach.
“Mind if I hang out?” she asked.
I jerked my chin to another stool. “Of course not. Have a seat.”
She hopped up on the stool, lifting her glasses to the top of her head. She was quiet and cute, and I was really relieved that she seemed easy to get along with, despite her attitude.
Even with the jet black hair with purple chunks, and the eyebrow piercings and studded black belt, she still looked incredibly innocent. She wore skinny jeans and a black and gray flannel shirt, rolled up at the sleeves. Her hair was curled into loose waves, and other than the heavy makeup on her eyes, she was fresh faced.
Juliet kicked her flats to the ground and put her feet up on a footrest on the stool. “So Madoc’s pressuring you pretty hard?” she asked Fallon, continuing their conversation about Madoc wanting kids.
Fallon nodded, swallowing the drink she’d just taken from her water bottle. “Yeah,” she said with a sigh. “I mean, he’s not giving me a guilt trip or anything, but damn . . .” She laughed.
I grinned, gazing over under my eyelashes to watch Jared get down on the ground to reach under the car for something. His thick arms, smeared with grease, the sun and sweat on his tight stomach . . .
I looked away.
“Hi,” I heard a male voice behind me.
I dipped my head, getting out from under the hood to see Ben.
“Hey,” I blurted out, surprised.
He had his hands in his pockets, and he smiled, looking expectant. Or hesitant.
I pulled out my shop cloth and wiped the few smudges from my hands. Fallon and Juliet had stopped talking, Pasha had gotten up to go explore my garage, and Ben and I had an ocean between us.
It wasn’t easy like it had been two days ago.
I looked to my friends, trying to look calm. “Just a minute, you guys,” I told them, and I didn’t miss the glance they exchanged.
I inched past Ben, giving us some space beyond their ears.