Page 41 of Broken Trust

Jacob’s eyes lit up as he stood and glanced out the front window and then gave a low whistle. “That’s a Camaro Z/28. Look at those gorgeous curves and that cherry-red coat. I bet she purrs like a kitten.”

Atlas shoved at Kellen’s arm and mouthed, “Take him outside to drool over it. Take Colt with you, too. He looks like he needs a hit of fresh air before he passes out.”

“You’re full of shit,” Colt whispered to Atlas.

Kellen stood and asked, “Would you like to see what’s under the hood, sir?”

“No need for formalities. Just call me Jacob.” He headed for the door with a sprint in his step. Kellen grinned as he jerked his brother from the couch.

“You’re into those kinds of cars, not me,” Colt said in a loud whisper. “I have no clue what to say out there.”

“Just lean against the car and look pretty,” Atlas said. “I’m going to check on dinner.”

“I’ve never been pretty a day in my life,” Colt snarled at Atlas as he followed Kellen. “How about I just stand there and look intimidating so no one messes with our ride home?”

“Try not to intimidate the elderly neighbors too much.” Atlas walked away.

Kellen shook his head then headed out the door to join his mate’s dad. “I call her Lucille,” he said when he was close enough to Jacob.

He stopped himself from mentioning that he had other muscle cars, not wanting to seem like he was showing off. Kellen wanted Jacob to see him as someone likable, not boastful.

Jacob ran his hand down the side of the hood. “You picked a perfect name for her.” He turned to Kellen and eyed him. “My son used my love of these cars to distract me.”

Uneasiness filled Kellen, unsure where this conversation was going. “I’m afraid I don’t follow.”

Jacob glanced to where Colt was leaning against the rear of the car before his gaze shot back to Kellen. “I’ll admit that I’m not comfortable talking about anyone’s sex life, especially my son’s. Not because he’s gay, but because my generation wasn’t raised to be open about it.” He crossed his arms. “Atlas doesn’t want to tell me that you two are dating. Or is my son dating Colt?”

Without Atlas there to be a buffer, Kellen had to trust his instincts that Jacob was a good man. “Atlas and I are dating. He just voiced some concerns about certain family members finding out.”

The guy clapped Kellen’s upper arm. “I just wanted the truth. I have no issues with you dating Atlas, just don’t do him dirty like the last guy.”

“I don’t plan to, sir.” Kellen had been right about Jacob.

The front door swung open. “Dinner’s ready!” Jennifer called out.

Colt pushed from the car and joined them as the three headed inside.

Kellen and Colt were directed into the dining room, where a long table was set for their meal with plates and silverware already laid out.

In the middle of the table sat a tray with a delicious-looking pot roast surrounded by bowls of carrots, mashed potatoes, and a mound of dinner rolls.

The size of the roast was impressive, but Kellen could easily finish one on his own. If he still felt hungry afterward, he planned to make a pit stop at the diner before heading back home.

“Monica, this is Kellen and Colt. They’re Atlas’s dinner guests,” Jacob said to his wife just as Atlas joined them.

“Ma’am.” Kellen smiled at her before he sat down, Colt doing the same. It was Kellen’s first look at her, and he had to admit, Monica Havis was stunningly beautiful. Her wavy hair reached her shoulders, framing her delicate features.

Now Kellen saw where his mate had gotten his bone structure from. It seemed the Havis family, aside from Jacob, were dainty and fine-boned.

That was one of the things that had attracted Kellen to Atlas in the first place.

“It’s nice to meet you both.” Monica sat, but Kellen hadn’t gotten a warm vibe from her. He decided to ignore her obvious displeasure at their presence. “Where’s Braylon, Atlas?” she asked.

“Probably making out with Glen,” Atlas replied.

Jennifer stared wide-eyed at her brother. “You never told me about this. What happened? How did you find out?”

“That is not polite dinner conversation,” Monica scolded her children.

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