Page 66 of Stuck with my Mechanic Daddies

Owen leaned against the table with his arms crossed. Mason looked restless, like he had just gotten bad news and didn’t know where to put it.

Mason was the first to speak. “Aurora was telling us what she found in her uncle’s office. Old paperwork, some weird financial stuff. Bad business deals, maybe?”

My chest tightened.Shit.

I schooled my expression, but I already felt my brothers watching me closer.

They knew me too well. And now I knew exactly why this had been eating at me since she inherited the store.

Because I knew something they didn’t.

And I should have told them a long time ago.

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to meet Aurora’s gaze. “What exactly did you find?”

She leaned forward, setting her coffee down. Exhaling slowly, she ran a hand through her hair.

“A bunch of old paperwork, contracts, loan agreements, letters. Some of it doesn’t make sense, but I keep seeing different names on a few documents. Including Grady, actually. And then there's the key.” She reached for the small metal object sitting on the table. “The one we found at the shop.”

I stared at it, my stomach twisting. That damn key.

It was the reason everything suddenly felt too close, too tangled.

Owen folded his arms.

“Ethan.” His tone was sharp. “You know something.”

I swallowed, my throat dry.

I’d never wanted to keep secrets from my brothers. But this?

This was old, buried history.

I didn’t think it mattered anymore.

But now, looking at Aurora, at the worry in her eyes, the way Mason was already bracing himself for whatever was coming. I knew I had to say it.

I exhaled sharply. “Years ago, our grandfather and Aurora’s uncle had a business deal. Something went wrong. Terribly wrong. It caused a falling out.”

Aurora straightened. “What kind of deal?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know the details. Just that they were close once. Friends, business partners, or something like it. But after things fell apart, they stopped speaking.”

Mason ran a hand down his face. “Why the hell didn’t you say anything before?”

“Because I didn’t think it was relevant,” I admitted. “Not until that key showed up at our shop.”

I looked at Aurora again.

“That key. It belonged to your uncle. If it was in our garage, that means he was there at some point before he died. And I don’t know why.”

Silence stretched between us.

Owen’s jaw was tight. “You think there’s more to this?”

“I think,” I paused, choosing my words carefully. “I think there were other people involved. People we don’t know about yet.”

Aurora’s fingers curled around the key. “And if we find out who?”

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