Page 30 of Mustang Summer

Of course.The Shelby.He spent the money before he even got the car.

She sunk her head into her hands.“Bill.Bill.Bill.”

“No, it’s me.”

She popped up.Gage leaned against the doorframe.It was his signature move.Must think it made him irresistible.

She could resist.Brock did the move so much better.

“What do you want?”She threw all her emotion into her question.

He held up his hands.“Just checking on you.I know you walked and it’s raining out.Need a ride home?”

No.The rain matched her mood.

“I just got here.Where’s Bill?”

“In a meeting.”Gage’s flat stare increased her suspicion.

“What meeting?”Another fucking loan?

“Garage stuff.Nothing for you to worry about.”

She spread her arm over the desk.“In case you missed it, this garage is my business, too.”

Gage’s smirk ignited hot anger in her chest.

“No, it’s not,” he said.“You do the books.Your dad makes the decisions.Let him do his job.”

She wanted to growl.Bill excelled at anything with wheels and a motor, not the intricacies of running a business.And he wouldn’t listen to her.

She went back to tallying receipts.“Whatever Gage.It’s not your business, either.”

“Don’t be so sure.”

Her head popped up.“What?”

He shrugged.“Bill’s not getting any younger.Jesse’s in jail.Who’s left?”

She spread her hands out.Like,duh.

Gage strode to the chair and plopped down in it, reclining back in a way that was supposed to make him look irresistibly tough.It used to be her favorite look on him.Now all she could envision was a hot mechanic in a dirty Ford hat.

She adopted the same position while spinning her pencil in one hand.“You don’t think I can run it.”

“You don’t know cars.”

She tipped her head back and laughed.Bill knew cars and look at the numbers in front of her.

Focusing back on her ex, she grew serious.“What has Bill arranged?”

Gage smiled, his eyes twinkling.“Nothing yet, but all I have to do is wait.”His grin widened.

He was hiding something, and of course, he wasn’t going to tell her.

“I’d better get back to work.”She shot him a pointed look.“And you should, too.”

Like he had all day, Gage stood and adjusted himself—at eye level.

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