Falling for the Wingman (The Kelly Brothers, Book 3) by Crista McHugh Page B

did little to detract from her appearance. She looked as sexy to him as she did last night. “Start her up.”
    The engine roared to life and settled into a contented idle.
    Caleb came alongside and assessed her work. The engine looked like it had been completely rebuilt and rumbled like a car fresh off the lot. “Not bad.”
    She gave him a proud grin and lowered the hood. “She may not look like much, but in the right hands, she can purr.”
    I’d love to make you purr . The rogue thought ambushed him with such intensity, he had to turn away before she guessed his thoughts. Yep, he still wanted her. The question was—did she still want him, especially after last night’s gaffe?
    “How’s your head this morning?” she asked, her eyes never leaving his face.
    “Fair enough.” He shifted the bag on his shoulder. “Listen, Alex, about last night—”
    “I’ve got to get cleaned up before heading over to Mama’s.” She threw her rag in the laundry bin and started for the stairs. “You’re welcome to come upstairs in the meantime.”
    She’d just dissed him. Not a good start to the morning. “Okay. I’ll just put my stuff in the car first.”
    When he came back into the garage, Jermaine and the other mechanics all watched him with smiles of barely contained laughter. “Am I missing something?” he asked them.
    Jermaine finally erupted with a chuckle. “I don’t know what you did, but you’re in the doghouse with Alex.”
    “No shit. And I take it you’re enjoying every minute of it.”
    “More like I can’t wait to hear what happens when you get stuck in the middle between Alex and Miss Tight-Ass Kourtney.” He rubbed a smudge off the Town Car Alex had been working on. “I ain’t ever heard of the two of them fighting over a guy, but I reckon there’s a first time for everything.”
    “So I’m not completely in the doghouse?”
    “She invited you upstairs, didn’t she?” Jermaine gave him a wide grin that looked just like his mother’s. “I’d better get this car back over to Miss Martha. Want to come along?”
    Caleb stuffed his hands into his back pockets. He’d escaped without a pinch this morning, but he’d only be pressing his luck if he went back. “Nah, thanks, though. I’d better head upstairs before I make Alex late.”
    “Good idea. Kourtney pissed off is bad enough. You throw in Miss Lizzie, and we’re talking one major shit storm.”
    “Thanks for the warning.” He bounded up the stairs and opened the door to Alex’s apartment above the garage. Steam billowed out from under the bathroom door, and his thoughts turned to Alex in the shower, of her running her hands over her naked skin, touching herself, getting all warm and wet…
    His dick started hardening, and he shook the thoughts from his head before he decided to act on them and join her. As much as he physically wanted Alex, he owed Kourtney a chance to explain herself. And he needed to know the truth about the letters that had made him fall in love with her because if she’d truly meant what she’d said, then he had no business cheating on her with Alex.
    He wandered over to the partially refurbished Roadrunner and spent a few moments admiring it before noticing the small workbench off to the side. A divided tray of spare watch parts and gears next to a soldering iron caught his attention. He pushed it aside to reveal a compartment underneath with more than a dozen tiny figurines made from those spare parts.
    He pulled out his lucky charm and compared it to the others, noting the similar craftsmanship. None of them had the same expression or the wings, but they were similar enough to all come from the same artist. He squeezed his lucky charm in his palm and grimaced.
    Well, that was one question answered. Alex had made the angel with the crooked halo, not Kourtney, and she was the one he needed to thank for saving his life. Was she responsible for anything else?
    “See something you like?” Alex asked behind