Page 9 of Saving Grace

He’d never been possessive of a woman before either.

Maybe because Grace infuriated him like no other and the angry sex was what made it feel so good. That she’d chosen Troy over him definitely bruised his ego. So maybe he should just let this go.

She was on her way back to DC anyway.

He hoped.

But what if she decided to stay longer? Would Matt be seeing her around Misty Grove riding the back of Troy’s bike?

He needed to stop those torturous thoughts in his head. Visions of them fucking the day away like he had fucked her for hours at that motel were driving him out of his mind. This was why he’d been tinkering away on the ’68 Camaro he’d acquired at an auction last year. Original parts were hard to come by and the rare Crossram intake with dated carburetor he’d had his eye on finally arrived last week. Working on his prized car should have shut out everything else from his goddamned mind. Yet all he could think about was the image of a woman with wild dark hair spread across the sheets, her eyes squeezed shut with her teeth biting her pillowy lip as he moved inside her.

There was nothing more mesmerizing than watching Grace on the verge of coming, back arched, as he rammed his cock deep inside her. Even now, he could feel his dick thickening behind his jeans at the memory.

He’d messed up so bad that all the what-ifs wouldn’t leave him alone.

What if he hadn’t walked out of that motel.

What if he’d taken up Grace’s invite to spend the weekend with her.

What if he’d fought for Grace rather than insulted her that night at Mike’s Roadhouse.

What if. What if. What-the-fucking-if.

“Hey, man.”

Matt sighed. His mechanics knew to leave him alone this morning. Unfortunately, Colt Montgomery didn’t get the memo that self-loathing, wrench-throwing Matt was not in the mood for company. But he didn’t want to turn his unwanted guest away. They’d only just gotten back on good terms again. No thanks to his sister, Kate.

Colt owned Montgomery Ranch located just outside of Misty Grove. He’d been one of the founders of this town and built them—the Chrysalis survivors—a place where they could exist. Matt, his twin Kate, and his other “siblings,” Lucas and Cassie, were part of a government project called Enhanced Soldiers. The science behind their superhuman strength and senses had spawned a secret war within the government as well as power-hungry organizations around the world. Colt had fallen hard for Kate. Unfortunately, his sister didn’t return his feelings. A couple of months ago, Colt had gone after Matt’s twin. Kate needed to leave because she’d been blaming herself for the aftermath of the “biker war.” Colt returned a few weeks later without Kate, and it seemed like something integral to his nature had died. He’d always been the optimistic one—the rock everyone depended on. Hell, he’d been a former Navy SEAL. Something happened—or someone had happened between him and Kate. Turned out she was in love with someone else, or so Colt claimed after Millie had pried what went down between them from him. But Matt knew the truth.

Matt, like his usual asshole self, went off on Colt for failing to bring his sister home when the rancher had let her get away in the first place. The man didn’t even argue, just locked himself away at his ranch for a couple of weeks. He had emerged a month ago, as cold as winter, but at least he was circulating around town again.

And then Cassie and Trent’s wedding happened. Kate had shown up, fortunately without her new man in tow. Somehow that woke Colt up, and he’d decided to move on. Rumor was, he was dating a woman from Edington.

“Colt. What’s up?” Matt continued working under the hood of the Chevy.

“Not much. Thought you’d want to catch up and have breakfast at the diner.”

“Please tell me Millie didn’t send you over.”

The silence was answer enough.

Matt pushed up from under the hood, grabbed a shop towel and wiped the grease off his hands. Cocking his hip against the Camaro, he eyed his friend. “What? She thinks I need lessons from you about moving on? There’s nothing to move on from because nothing started between Grace and me.”

“Look, man, all Millie said was to haul your ass in for breakfast.”

“Hell, she wants to set me up again for some bullshit lecture … oh shit!” Matt’s eyes widened. Did Millie have cameras in her office? Given her former profession as an assassin, he wouldn’t be surprised.

“What?” Colt prompted curiously.

“Nothing.”

“It doesn’t look like nothing,” Colt chuckled. “You’re blushing.”

“Shut up, asshole,” Matt grumbled. He never flushed. Nothing fazed him. Okay, maybe Millie did. “So, how’s Mya? That’s the name of your woman, right?”

“I wouldn’t say she’s my woman, yet,” Colt looked away evasively, his jaw tensing. “We’re dating.”

“And?”

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