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No. I’ll be good. For now. I just don’t know how much longer I can behave around her. I have to figure out what she wants.

But by the way she’s biting her lip and blushing, I’d say it’s the same as what I need.

“Your car should be ready in a couple of days, darlin’. I’ll let you know when it’s done. Me and Isabella are working on it tonight.”

She frowns and chews on her nail. I can’t help but smile.

“Isabella is my little niece. Declan’s daughter. She’s my little shadow at the garage.”

“Oh. I wasn’t?—”

She’s flustered, and it’s so fucking hot.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you soon, trouble.” I give her a wink as I head to the door.

“Your cut?” she asks, rushing back over.

“You know as well as I do, I need a band-aid at best for it.”

“Don’t cut yourself just to see me again, Mr. Quinn. Otherwise I’ll send you to psychiatric.”

I erupt into laughter.

“No shrink wants to see inside my head, baby. Trust me.”

She offers me a small smile and hands me a band-aid.

“I kinda wanna see,” she says quietly.

I grab hold of her hand, and we stare into each other’s eyes.

“I don’t think you do. I don’t think anyone does,” I tell her seriously.

It’s a fucking mess in my head. Grief, anger, and rage.

“Right. Okay. Let me know when the Shelby is ready, and I’ll swing by.” She snatches her hand away.

Fuck.

Did I say the wrong thing?

“Yeah, will do.”

As I open the door, I can’t help but turn around one last time to look at her.

“Conan. Thank you for making it safe for me to go home.”

“Anytime, darlin’.”

She runs her thumb along her bottom lip and I squeeze the handle tighter. Everything she does is a tease. Unlocking this feral need for her.

Before I do something stupid, I head out and close the door behind me.

The quicker I fix her car, the quicker I’ll have her at my garage.

And then I can do something about turning this friend situation into something much more beneficial to both of us.

Chapter 24

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