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Authors: Jayne Rylon
Tags: Romance, Contemporary
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translated for her. “He’s coming, just needed to finish screwing something in.”
“If you weren’t here, we’d probably make a crass joke about Rebel’s ability to screw.” Kaige winked at her, still with that damn hand on her. When she tried to step away, he shifted to maintain contact. Heat seeped through her blazer and the thin silk blouse beneath it straight into her spine, making it as limber and melty as the rest of her insides.
Another pair of mechanics joined their semicircle when beckoned, completely overloading her with their potent testosterone barrage. Roman and Carver were wirier compared to the bulk of Bryce or the sleek yet defined muscles Holden sported.
Each of them took turns giving her a wave instead of a handshake since they claimed they didn’t want to muss her up. She wondered for a moment if they were sensing some of the stake Kaige had made.
Half of her didn’t mind in the least, the other portion was outraged. Determining the appropriate response was impossible when caught in the crosshairs of their intense scrutiny. Their deceptively relaxed postures, leaning against toolboxes or a stack of wheels, didn’t fool her in the least. They sized her up like a pack of dogs circling prey or maybe a potential mate.
“Nola and Nova.” Holden chuckled. “You sorta rhyme. How cute!”
Kaige glowered at his friend—Swinger, they’d called him. How would she ever learn their names and their nicknames?
Nova’s sour face only proved he was hot no matter what. Damn, when had she ever seen a man as fine as him?
Not even on TV.
His Ken-doll coloration could have made him too pretty if it weren’t for all the other pure maleness on top. Scruff roughed up his jaw, shadowing his paler skin with stubble. His dreads were messy chic, and impressive for a white boy. Bold, colorful tattoos drew her attention to his sculpted arms. They peeked out from beneath the grease-stained white wife-beater that he wore beneath navy-blue coveralls embroidered with the Hot Rods logo, now bunched around his waist.
Some evil part of her yearned to tug, just a little, and bare his high, tight ass. Though she’d refused to answer him in their emails. Hell, yeah. She had nothing to complain about there.
Nola shifted her weight from one high heel to the other, pressing her thighs together as subtly as possible. She played with the buttons on her blouse while she waited for someone to break their awkward silence.
“Just so you know, you don’t have to dress like a stuffy old librarian to be taken seriously around here.” Bryce’s wide smile took the edge of his bluntness. “Jeans and a T-shirt would be more practical. Feel free to go slobby, like us.”
“Don’t mind him.” Holden smacked the big guy in the gut. His fist bounced off as though it were a gnat. “Rebel hates formalities of any type.”
“I like to think I measure a person’s worth on their actions, not their presentation of themselves to the world or by any physical belongings they possess.” Bryce’s quiet, persuasive tone demonstrated why he held the customer service position in the group. Reserved, yet eloquent, he navigated tricky waters with ease.
It was apparent that money meant nothing to him as a gauge for wealth. Nola could understand. She’d done her research last night and found they’d all been taken in by Tom London. Like her and Amber, none of them had started the game of life with an unfair advantage handed down by their parents.
They hadn’t had shit to their names. It hadn’t changed who they were. Not Nola, or her sister. And it didn’t seem like it had impacted these guys either. The most valuable things they had came from within. Honor and dignity measured above everything.
She could relate.
A tendril of admiration wove through her, only increasing her damned attraction to the man beside her and his pretty awesome friends. Keep your mind on business. Helping out their garage will be the best you can do for
“If you weren’t here, we’d probably make a crass joke about Rebel’s ability to screw.” Kaige winked at her, still with that damn hand on her. When she tried to step away, he shifted to maintain contact. Heat seeped through her blazer and the thin silk blouse beneath it straight into her spine, making it as limber and melty as the rest of her insides.
Another pair of mechanics joined their semicircle when beckoned, completely overloading her with their potent testosterone barrage. Roman and Carver were wirier compared to the bulk of Bryce or the sleek yet defined muscles Holden sported.
Each of them took turns giving her a wave instead of a handshake since they claimed they didn’t want to muss her up. She wondered for a moment if they were sensing some of the stake Kaige had made.
Half of her didn’t mind in the least, the other portion was outraged. Determining the appropriate response was impossible when caught in the crosshairs of their intense scrutiny. Their deceptively relaxed postures, leaning against toolboxes or a stack of wheels, didn’t fool her in the least. They sized her up like a pack of dogs circling prey or maybe a potential mate.
“Nola and Nova.” Holden chuckled. “You sorta rhyme. How cute!”
Kaige glowered at his friend—Swinger, they’d called him. How would she ever learn their names and their nicknames?
Nova’s sour face only proved he was hot no matter what. Damn, when had she ever seen a man as fine as him?
Not even on TV.
His Ken-doll coloration could have made him too pretty if it weren’t for all the other pure maleness on top. Scruff roughed up his jaw, shadowing his paler skin with stubble. His dreads were messy chic, and impressive for a white boy. Bold, colorful tattoos drew her attention to his sculpted arms. They peeked out from beneath the grease-stained white wife-beater that he wore beneath navy-blue coveralls embroidered with the Hot Rods logo, now bunched around his waist.
Some evil part of her yearned to tug, just a little, and bare his high, tight ass. Though she’d refused to answer him in their emails. Hell, yeah. She had nothing to complain about there.
Nola shifted her weight from one high heel to the other, pressing her thighs together as subtly as possible. She played with the buttons on her blouse while she waited for someone to break their awkward silence.
“Just so you know, you don’t have to dress like a stuffy old librarian to be taken seriously around here.” Bryce’s wide smile took the edge of his bluntness. “Jeans and a T-shirt would be more practical. Feel free to go slobby, like us.”
“Don’t mind him.” Holden smacked the big guy in the gut. His fist bounced off as though it were a gnat. “Rebel hates formalities of any type.”
“I like to think I measure a person’s worth on their actions, not their presentation of themselves to the world or by any physical belongings they possess.” Bryce’s quiet, persuasive tone demonstrated why he held the customer service position in the group. Reserved, yet eloquent, he navigated tricky waters with ease.
It was apparent that money meant nothing to him as a gauge for wealth. Nola could understand. She’d done her research last night and found they’d all been taken in by Tom London. Like her and Amber, none of them had started the game of life with an unfair advantage handed down by their parents.
They hadn’t had shit to their names. It hadn’t changed who they were. Not Nola, or her sister. And it didn’t seem like it had impacted these guys either. The most valuable things they had came from within. Honor and dignity measured above everything.
She could relate.
A tendril of admiration wove through her, only increasing her damned attraction to the man beside her and his pretty awesome friends. Keep your mind on business. Helping out their garage will be the best you can do for
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