mix. Is he back?”
“I don’t know.”
“You didn’t go fishing?”
Elliot shakes his head. “I had some business to deal with in town.”
Business! Holy shit—groomed blonde business! I inhale sharply and gape at
him.
“If you don’t want to ride, what are you doing in the garage?” Elliot is
intrigued.
“I’m looking for wood for the fire.”
“There you are. Oh, Elliot—you’re back.” Kate interrupts us.
“Hey, baby.” He smiles broadly.
“Catch anything?”
I scrutinize Elliot’s reaction. “No. I had a few things to take care of in town.”
And for one brief moment, I see a flash of uncertainty cross his face.
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Oh shit.
“I came out to see what was keeping Ana.” Kate looks at us, confused.
“We were just shooting the breeze,” Elliot says, and the tension crackles
between them.
We all pause as we hear a car pull up outside. Oh! Christian’s back. Thank
hea一vens. The garage door opener whirrs loudly into action, startling us all,
and the door slowly lifts to reveal Christian and Ethan unloading a black
flatbed truck. Christian stops when he sees us all standing in the garage.
“Garage band?” he asks sardonically as he wanders in, heading straight for
me.
I grin. I am relieved to see him. Beneath his wax coat he’s wearing the
overalls I sold him at Claytons.
“Hi,” he says looking quizzically at me, ignoring both Kate and Elliot.
“Hi. Nice overalls.”
“Lots of pockets. Very handy for fishing.” His voice is soft and seductive, for
my ears only, and when he gazes down at me his expression is hot.
I flush, and he smiles a huge, no-holds-barred, all-for-me smile.
“You’re wet,” I murmur.
“It was raining. What are you guys doing in the garage?” Finally he
acknowledges that we are not alone.
“Ana came to fetch some wood,” Elliot smirks. Somehow he manages to
make that sentence sound smutty. “I tried to tempt her to take a ride.” He is
master of the double entendre.
Christian’s face falls, and my heart stills.
“She said no. That you wouldn’t like it,” Elliot adds kindly—and in
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