long before she instilled values like honesty or chastity.
Wait. She’d never gotten around to either of those. At least I’d developed one of them on my own.
“’Bout time you showed up.” He set the cap down, and tossed the towel at Trey. “I don’t know if I can fit you in anymore.”
“I couldn’t get away from work until now.” I threw my arms out. “What did you expect?”
Seriously. Why in the world was I so attracted to such a colossal dickhead?
Oh, right. Because he was so nice to look at. And underneath all of those whiskers and grease stains, he was kind of a nice guy. Though he kept that personality trait under tight wraps, didn’t he?
“Lay off, Uncle Demo,” Trey called from under the hood of a Volkswagen. “She was working on cupcakes.”
“Cupcakes? Sounds intense.” Demo held out his hand to me. “I need your keys.”
“Keys, please. ” I held out the keys, hovering them above his palm. “And yes, I was making cupcakes. Not all of us wind up with oil under their fingernails when they work.”
He eyeballed my tank top, a smile tickling the corner of his lips. “Just frosting, Princess?”
“Stop calling me that.” I snapped, putting my keys back in my pocket. “What is your problem?”
Trey stood upright and leaned against the bumper of the Volkswagen. “Here we go again…”
“Shut up, Trey.” Demo took a step closer to me. “By the way, Marisol , you’re welcome for rescuing your butt the other night.”
I sucked in a sharp breath. If I had a nickel for how many times I’d replayed my encounter with Greg, I’d have had about a hundred dollars by now, and every time I thought about the moment he’d grabbed me, I shuddered.
“Thank you,” I said quickly. I returned his annoyed expression with an equally aggravated glare. “I would have thanked you that night, but your girlfriend seemed pretty ticked off to see me.”
“Who?” Demo frowned.
Balling my fists at my sides, I stalked towards the garage doors. “I’ve got to go.”
“She isn’t my girlfriend,” Demo called, stopping me in my tracks.
I turned around. “Clearly she thinks differently.”
“ She is named Stacia,” he said. “And she thinks differently about lots of things.”
“Seriously, do you speak in riddles all the time, or just do it to tick me off?” Storming back over to the Volkswagen, I slapped my hand down on the metal. “You know, you could have told me you had a girlfriend.”
“For the second time, Stacia’s not my girlfriend.” Demo tugged on a wrench and grunted. “I mean, why that’s any of your business, I don’t know. But she’s not.”
Trey caught my eye and snickered.
“Get to work,” I hissed at him.
“Hey.” Demo’s glare went from me to his nephew. “Get to work.”
Trey scuttled off to the back of the shop, and I leaned in close to Demo. “If you’d told me you were seeing someone, or that someone thought she was seeing you, I wouldn’t have tried so hard to hit on you.”
Demo chuckled. “You’ve been hitting on me all this time?”
“Well, yeah .” I groaned. “I mean, when we weren’t fighting.”
He smiled mildly. “We’re always fighting.”
“That’s for damn sure.” I swatted
Wait. She’d never gotten around to either of those. At least I’d developed one of them on my own.
“’Bout time you showed up.” He set the cap down, and tossed the towel at Trey. “I don’t know if I can fit you in anymore.”
“I couldn’t get away from work until now.” I threw my arms out. “What did you expect?”
Seriously. Why in the world was I so attracted to such a colossal dickhead?
Oh, right. Because he was so nice to look at. And underneath all of those whiskers and grease stains, he was kind of a nice guy. Though he kept that personality trait under tight wraps, didn’t he?
“Lay off, Uncle Demo,” Trey called from under the hood of a Volkswagen. “She was working on cupcakes.”
“Cupcakes? Sounds intense.” Demo held out his hand to me. “I need your keys.”
“Keys, please. ” I held out the keys, hovering them above his palm. “And yes, I was making cupcakes. Not all of us wind up with oil under their fingernails when they work.”
He eyeballed my tank top, a smile tickling the corner of his lips. “Just frosting, Princess?”
“Stop calling me that.” I snapped, putting my keys back in my pocket. “What is your problem?”
Trey stood upright and leaned against the bumper of the Volkswagen. “Here we go again…”
“Shut up, Trey.” Demo took a step closer to me. “By the way, Marisol , you’re welcome for rescuing your butt the other night.”
I sucked in a sharp breath. If I had a nickel for how many times I’d replayed my encounter with Greg, I’d have had about a hundred dollars by now, and every time I thought about the moment he’d grabbed me, I shuddered.
“Thank you,” I said quickly. I returned his annoyed expression with an equally aggravated glare. “I would have thanked you that night, but your girlfriend seemed pretty ticked off to see me.”
“Who?” Demo frowned.
Balling my fists at my sides, I stalked towards the garage doors. “I’ve got to go.”
“She isn’t my girlfriend,” Demo called, stopping me in my tracks.
I turned around. “Clearly she thinks differently.”
“ She is named Stacia,” he said. “And she thinks differently about lots of things.”
“Seriously, do you speak in riddles all the time, or just do it to tick me off?” Storming back over to the Volkswagen, I slapped my hand down on the metal. “You know, you could have told me you had a girlfriend.”
“For the second time, Stacia’s not my girlfriend.” Demo tugged on a wrench and grunted. “I mean, why that’s any of your business, I don’t know. But she’s not.”
Trey caught my eye and snickered.
“Get to work,” I hissed at him.
“Hey.” Demo’s glare went from me to his nephew. “Get to work.”
Trey scuttled off to the back of the shop, and I leaned in close to Demo. “If you’d told me you were seeing someone, or that someone thought she was seeing you, I wouldn’t have tried so hard to hit on you.”
Demo chuckled. “You’ve been hitting on me all this time?”
“Well, yeah .” I groaned. “I mean, when we weren’t fighting.”
He smiled mildly. “We’re always fighting.”
“That’s for damn sure.” I swatted
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