Page 35 of Mustang Summer

“We have plenty of time.”She must’ve noticed him watching the time.After a heartbeat, she said softly, “You’re not like other guys, are you?”

His jaw clenched until the muscle popped.

He flinched when her hand landed on his where it rested on his thigh.

“That’s not a bad thing, Brock.I wouldn’t want to help you if you were.”

A warm glow ignited in his chest.He wished they didn’t have anything on their agenda today so he didn’t have to share her with anyone.

“Me being…different…hasn’t always been a good thing.”Oh, hell.Why’d he go and say that?The sense that he’d just betrayed everything his mother had worked for almost overwhelmed him.

“Everyone has their own type of special.”

“My mom used to say things like that.”

“Moms have a way of knowing what to say.I won’t lie to you, and you be yourself with me.Deal?”

He’d always been himself with her, but he agreed anyway.

She kicked the car in gear and pushed the speed so they could arrive early instead of on time.

Mr.Blackwell’s land stretched before them.The Shelby was still hidden from sight, as if Brock still had to complete unknown tests in order to see it.

Josie had seen it, though.

If she wasn’t going to lie to him, how’d she plan to get the old man to agree to selling Brock the car?

Chapter7

Mr.Blackwell squinted at both of them.“I didn’t know you two knew each other.”

Josie steeled herself.She had told Brock she wouldn’t lie to him, but now she realized in this situation, spilling the truth to the other man was the best strategy.

“I’m sorry.I got home and discovered that my dad made a bad financial decision and I was afraid he’d refurbish your car and sell it.And after talking with you, I just couldn’t let that happen.”

Mr.Blackwell pointed between the two of them.

She twined her fingers through Brock’s hand and stifled a grin at the surprise that erupted on his handsome face.“My brother has some business where Brock lives, so I got to know him there, and then we crossed paths when we were both out here the other day.I thought of him immediately.”

Brock’s gaze was stuck on the flat barn that housed the Shelby.It’d be better if he made googly eyes at her, but she didn’t think he was a guy that did that.Ever.

He’d admitted to being different and from the rigidity in his demeanor, it hadn’t been an easy confession.He’d seemed aloof at times, and intensely focused at others, but she chalked it up to being just another clueless dude.Still, she’d prefer aloof over a calculating liar like her ex.

“At least you’re on time today,” Mr.Blackwell grumbled to Brock.

Brock ducked his head.“I didn’t have to worry about getting lost today.”

So literal.A smile danced on her lips, but she didn’t want Blackwell to think they were teasing him.

Blackwell switched his attention to her.“How do I know he isn’t going to do the same thing?”

“I don’t need the money.”Brock answered before she could.

“He doesn’t, as far as I know.Did you know his dad was born the same year as the car was made?”

“I thought you said your dad was.”

Her breath froze.Damn, she’d lied about that and she’d have to backpedal to get out of it.Blackwell shuffled to the porch.Oh shit.Not a good sign.They were back to square one.Lemonade on the porch during interrogation.

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