Page 46 of Stuck with my Mechanic Daddies

I liked the way she held her ground with me, the way she looked at me like she saw something more than the smooth-talking, easygoing guy everyone assumed I was.

And now I had to stand here and listen to my brothers tell me they felt the same way.

I could feel it coming before it even started.

That split-second charge in the air, the way Owen’s shoulders tensed, the way Ethan’s jaw locked. We weren’t just pissed—we were on the edge of something we’d never done before.

And I wasn’t sure if we were going to walk away from it.

Owen was the first to crack.

“You think this is funny?” His voice was sharp, cutting through the heavy silence. “You just sit back and listen to this like it’s some kind of joke?”

My head snapped toward him.

“You think I’m laughing? You think I like standing here, finding out that both of you,” I pointed between them, my chest burning. “That both of you have been with her, too?”

Ethan scoffed. “You're acting like you didn’t start this whole damn thing.”

I barked out a bitter laugh. “Oh, screw you, Ethan. Don’t act like you're on some moral high ground here.”

He took a step closer, his fists clenched. “I didn’t say a damn thing about morals. I’m saying you're acting all outraged when you were the first one in her bed.”

Owen’s hands shot up.

“Alright, that's enough.” But he wasn’t looking at Ethan. He was looking at me. “You're the one always talking about how nothing ever gets serious with you. That women don’t meananything beyond a good time. So why the hell does it bother you so much?”

I felt that one like a punch to the ribs.

Because it was different. Becauseshewas different.

But I wasn’t about to admit that to them.

Instead, I let my own anger take over.

“You really wanna stand there and act like you're any better?” I snapped at Owen. “Like you weren’t doing the exact same thing?”

His expression twisted, and just like that, we were past the point of no return.

Ethan shoved me first. Not hard, but enough to knock me back a step.

I met his glare head on. “Try that again, big guy. See what happens.”

Owen groaned. “You two are ridiculous.”

But Ethan wasn’t backing down. “No, what's ridiculous is all of us pretending this isn’t a problem.”

“Oh, it's a problem,” I said, voice low. “The question is what the hell we’re gonna do about it.”

Owen exhaled sharply. “Well, we’re sure as hell not gonna start swinging at each other like a bunch of idiots.”

Ethan’s nostrils flared, but he didn’t make another move.

I clenched my jaw so tight it ached. “I can’t do this.”

Owen frowned. “Mason.”

But I was already grabbing my bag. Already storming toward the door before I did something I couldn’t take back.

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