Page 57 of Montana Heat

Because I couldn’t wait for Kenzie to get there. Because she’d only been gone less than half an hour, and I still couldn’t wait to see her.

Because damned if last night hadn’t blown my mind.

“Good night?” Susanna guessed with a knowing expression.

I shrugged, unable to wipe off my smile. “Don’t you have work to do?”

“Your good night have anything to do with the fact that Kenzie’s not here when she’s been here early every other morning?”

“I wouldn’t have any idea what you’re talking about.” I knew my words wouldn’t deter Susanna, but neither was I going to overtly kiss-and-tell. Kenzie’s privacy was important to her and me.

But hell if I could wait for her to get here. Just to see a flush come over her lovely cheeks when I stared at her, both of us remembering what we’d done last night.

What I hoped to do again tonight.

I turned and went back out to the bay before Susanna could notice the physical effect that thinking about Kenzie was having on me. If I wasn’t careful, I was going to have a permanent zipper imprint on my cock.

I was actually whistling as I started work on the first vehicle of the day. If Susanna heard me, I would never hear the end of it.

I got caught up in what I was doing, and it wasn’t until I was wanting to go refill my coffee mug again that I realized how much time had passed.

Why wasn’t Kenzie here yet?

I pulled out my phone, checking that I hadn’t missed a call or text.

Nothing. My screen was blank.

I called, figuring better safe than sorry. Maybe she wanted to take a nap? Or just needed some time? It was understandable.

The call went straight to voice mail. I debated what to do and, more than that, what to think.

She’d seemed fine when I’d dropped her off—morethan fine. She’d seemed just as ridiculously smiley as me.

But maybe she’d been hiding how she was truly feeling. Maybe she needed space after last night.

Maybe she was regretting it all and was already trying to back out of my life.

I put away my tools, planning to call again in ten minutes. If I still didn’t get an answer, I’d need to do something.

I didn’t want to be too pushy. Our relationship was delicate, to say the least. I had baggage and she had a stalker, plus everything between us was so new.

“You’re staring at that car like you might want to beat it to death with a wrench.”

I turned and found Lucas and Liam standing in the doorway.

“Yeah.” I put down the wrench. I had no idea when I’d even picked it up. “One of those days.”

“Kenzie here?” Lucas asked.

“I’m expecting her any minute. Actually thought she’d already be here. I dropped her off at her apartment nearly an hour ago, and she was going to change and come straight here.”

Too late, I realized what I’d just admitted. Both men stared at me with eyebrows raised but fortunately didn’t say anything.

“We need to talk to her,” Lucas finally said.

“About what?”

Liam walked farther into the bay and ran his fingers along the car I’d been working on. “That El Camino was a dead end.”

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