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else will ever know. I don’t lie to her. I’ve never been able to
lie.” Paul forced himself to stop speaking. The more information he gave her
the more the likelihood of her finding out the person rose. “Nothing was ever
going to happen between you and me. In reality, nothing ever did.” He watched
as she stormed out of his mechanic shop cursing his name and slamming doors.
Darren clapped his hands.
    “Bravo, mate. That’s the best dumping I’ve ever
seen. Just out of curiosity, does Mitch know you’re in love with his sister?”
Darren asked.
    Paul stared at him, shocked. “What?”
    “I’m not blind or deaf, Boss. The
only girl sweet enough to tame you is Rachel. She’s a nice girl. I doubt Mitch
will have anything nice to say about it, though.”
    “Don’t say anything to him. I hope
Tracy doesn’t figure it out and start spouting her mouth off.” Shaking his
head, Paul wondered where he’d lost control. “I want to break it to Mitch
slowly.”
    “I wouldn’t do that. Mitch is the
type of guy to shoot the messenger and ask questions later. I like my life,
Boss. I’m not about to do something crazy like tell Rachel’s big brother that
you’re in love with her. No, no way. You’re on your own with that one.”
    Paul laughed. “Mitch is not that
bad.”
    “You’ve always been in his good
books with you being his friend and all. Take care, and break it to him
quietly.”
    Darren left him alone to lock up.
    Man, he really did some stupid shit
over the years. One of the stupidest things he’d ever done was not tell Mitch
his true feelings. When Mitch warned him away he hadn’t fought for Rachel. Then
had been his opportunity to make her his. He wouldn’t let another moment pass.
Picking up his keys, Paul headed out and pushed the thoughts and regrets to the
back of his mind.
    Tonight was all about him and
Rachel.

Chapter Eight
     
    Rachel was nervous, excited but
nervous. Her time with Paul wasn’t about teaching anymore. This was the real
deal. Checking her hair in the rear view mirror Rachel rolled her eyes.
    It’s Paul, for crying out loud. He’s known me since I was a little kid.
    Closing her eyes she gained her
composure before turning off the ignition in her car. She’d been at work, which
required her to take her car, as otherwise she’d have left it at home. Grabbing
her bag from the passenger seat, she climbed out of the car and walked over to
knock at the door. Rachel stood waiting, tucking loose strands of hair behind
her ear. She was dressed in a blue pair of jeans and a plain rose coloured shirt.
He’d told her that morning to dress casually. She’d decided not to bother
changing from the clothes she wore to work.
    The door opened, and Paul stood with
a wooden spoon in hand and a towel flung over his shoulder. He wore jeans, like
her, and no shirt.
    Glancing down at the floor she
waited for him to invite her inside. She felt shy even though she’d had his
cock in her mouth less than twenty-four hours ago.  
    “About time you showed up.” He
leaned against the door frame smiling at her. She’d never seen him so happy.
    “I just finished work. You didn’t
say I had to be fancy or anything.” Tightening her hands into fists, Rachel
waited for him to speak.
    “You look perfect.” He reached out,
banded an arm around her waist, and pulled her close. “Are you ashamed to be
seen on my front door, you hussy?” Rachel tapped him on the arm. She didn’t get
chance to refute him as his lips claimed hers, and then she didn’t care what
he’d said. Dropping her overnight bag to the floor, she wrapped her arms around
his neck and gave herself over to the pleasure of his mouth.
    “Now that’s what I call a kiss,”
Paul said, breaking away. She allowed him to lead her into his home. The scent
of his famous meatballs permeated the air making her stomach rumble. She’d not
had any food at lunch, and she was starving.
    “Wow, I do feel special. Your secret
meatball recipe