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Even as I make my escape, I know that my decision is made.

Jamie’s right. I need to live a little.

Chapter 12

Nathan

The shop is as quiet as it usually is on a typical Sunday afternoon, the steady thrum of power tools and clanging machinery absent from the air as only Drew and Carlos man the shop with me. I'm hunched over the exposed engine block of a classic Mustang we're restoring, carefully fine-tuning the carburetor linkages.

It's engrossing work that usually allows me to slip into an effortless state of hyperfocus, shutting out all external distractions. Yet today, as I've been finding increasingly often lately, my mind keeps wandering no matter how diligently I try to rein it in.

Every time I close my eyes, flashes of memory bombard me—Nancy's kiss-swollen lips, her breathy whimpers muffled against Carlos's ravenous mouth, the scorching heat of her body as I imagined myself crowding in behind her.

My cock stirs insistently at the barrage of sensory recollections, straining against the denim of my jeans. Gritting my teeth, I adjust the front of my pants with an impatient tug, trying and failing to ignore the throbbing ache taking up residence there.

It's been like this ever since our charged exchange in the kitchen a couple of nights ago—a constant, nagging state of arousal that has me in its grip every waking hour.

Just when I think I've managed to regain some semblance of control and restraint, a single glimpse or stray thought of Nancy is all it takes to plunge me right back into the deep end.

It's become borderline maddening at this point. An all-consuming, ravenous lust unlike anything I've experienced before. My body feels like it's been inundated by the rush of potent pheromones spurred on by Nancy's presence alone, my hindbrain instincts taking over until all I can think about is conquering her soft, lush curves in the most primal way imaginable.

I'm at my wit's end trying to wrestle my turbulent need back into its box. The only solution seeming to present itself is to simply give in and slake this thirst once and for all, consequences be damned.

That, or…permanently remove myself from the source of the temptation. It’s a thought that fills me with a profound, hollow ache at its core.

The sudden rumble of an approaching engine cuts through my brooding musings. I glance up with a frown, watching as a sleek black SUV pulls into the lot and coasts towards the main garage entrance with a series of clicking turn signals.

As the vehicle draws closer, the trim, unmistakable figure visible through the windshield has me jolting upright with a shot of adrenaline, like I've been struck by lightning. I watch, utterly transfixed, as Nancy guides the SUV to a smooth stop and kills the engine in one fluid motion.

She emerges into the warm spring air a moment later, somehow managing to look effortlessly radiant even in simple denim pants and a tank top with an unbuttoned jacket to combat the slightchill in the air. Her wild chestnut curls whip around her face in the light breeze.

Beside Nancy, the rear passenger door opens and Bella tumbles out in a swirl of pink cotton and giggles, followed by Jason, an excited grin on his face.

"Well, what do we have here?" Carlos booms in amiable greeting, swaggering up to throw an arm around Nancy's shoulders with a roguish grin. "If it isn't our two favorite littlebambinosand their even more favorite temporary guardian!"

Drew steps up alongside them as Carlos teases Bella, his stern features arranged in what I recognize as his "concerned dad" expression. I can't help the curl of fondness in my chest at the utterly endearing display before me.

"Everything okay?" I hear Drew ask Nancy in a low aside, his eyes raking over her and the kids. "Why’d you guys come? I hope nothing happened at home."

Nancy flashes him a reassuring smile, the kind that never fails to make my heart lurch stupidly in my chest. "It's nothing. The kids said they wanted to come, so I brought them.”

She turns her luminous green gaze towards me then, and my mouth goes instantly dry, a bolt of pure electric lust arrowing straight to my groin. Her eyes blaze with a decidedly heated look, scorching me from across the garage floor.

"And I was hoping to run a quick errand and get some supplies for the kids if that's all right? I asked if they’d rather go with me or if I should bring them here since I don’t want to leave them home alone," Nancy continues, her tone utterly casual andnonchalant around the kids even as that incendiary stare pins me in place.

The kids turn to Drew with expectant eyes.

“Oh,” Drew says. “That’s all right. You can leave the kids with us while you do that.”

Nancy tears her gaze from me at that, her eyes widening like she just realized something. "Actually, can I get Nathan or Carlos to help me?"

Drew’s expression shows he’s about to ask why but Carlos seems to get the hint of something and steps in.

“How about we both go with you? There’re also some parts for that engine Nathan’s working on that we have to get. We’ve been putting off driving out to get it. Perfect opportunity,” he says.

He gives me a look, and it takes me a disorienting moment to find my voice as I’m not sure what’s happening yet.

“Right,” I agree clumsily. “We need to get lunch anyway. We can stop by Billy’s food truck and grab tacos too.”

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