Page 68 of Sugar Coated Secrets

“Is Trent here?” I look around and spot my van in the back, looking like an eyesore compared to the expensive cars.

“He’s in his office,” he says, a worried look crosses his face.

“Could you get him for us?” Katie says

The mechanic raises his brows. “Alright.”

He walks over to the office. “Trent,” he calls out.

I look toward the office window overlooking the bay has its blinds closed.

“What?” Trent says in a muffled voice.

“You got some ladies looking for you.”

The door swings open, and I suck in a breath.

“Shit,” Katie mutters.

My eyes go wide. “Holy shit. What happened?”

His face is different shades of black and purple, darker around his eyes. His nose looks broken.

With his right eye swollen shut, he gazes at me through the tiny slit in his left eye. He winces from the cuts on his lips when he says, “Hi, Dulce.”

I can’t stop staring at all the damage. I should feel a wave of satisfaction, but for some reason, I don’t.

I'm surprised he doesn't call me by the other slew of names he tossed my way in high school.

“What…happened?”

A door opens, and the sound of footsteps makes me look up at the stairs from the back of the bay. It's Ford, fresh out of a shower. His hair is wet. The black tank top does nothing to hide his muscles or tattoos. The gray sweats he is wearing does nothing to hide...

“Hi, Dulce,” Ford says with amusement in his voice.

I look away, hating myself for getting caught staring.Focus, Dulce.

I glance at Katie. She raises a brow and then looks at Trent.

“I fell in the shower,” Trent finally says.

Ford leans on the red sports car, watching Trent closely.

I know Trent didn’t slip to end up with a face like that.

“What were you doing when you slipped?” Katie says it acerbically. “Dropped the soap.”

“Very funny,” Trent fires back, looking at me.

My eyes cut to Ford when he says, “He’ll be alright. Just a little fender bender in the shower.”

“That looks like it really hurts,” Katie says.

“It’s not too bad,” Trent says. “You work with Dulce at the bakery.”

I roll my eyes. He looks like a swollen pumpkin, and he still has the balls to flirt with Katie.

“Don’t worry,” Ford says, pushing off the car with a dark look in his light eyes. “He’ll be fine.” He places his hand on Trent’s shoulder, causing him to grimace. “Right, brother?”

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