Page 89 of Until Tomorrow
“You smell like oranges and… is that coconut?” His nose crinkled slightly, lifting his glasses in that cute way I adored. I laughed. “Why do you smell like oranges and coconut?”
“It’s Rhett’s soap,” I said, offering an apologetic smile. I wasn’t sure where coming home smelling like Rhett fell in our rules.Note to self: go over that later.
“Yeah, I don’t like it—not that you used his soap… though, I don’t want to know why you used his soap,” he admitted. “You just… don’t smell like you. It’s weird.”
“If it helps, I don’t like it either. I like my soap. But at least I don’t smell like motor oil or whatever it is that grease is made of.”
“I’m just going to be grateful for that too.” He chuckled. Wrapping his arms around me, he dragged me down to the pillows with him.
“You’re still dressed—”
“Don’t care.” He buried his face in my neck. “I want to hold my wife.”
“I love you,” I whispered as I wiggled until I was comfortable against his chest with one leg tucked between his. He ran his fingers through my hair while I wrapped my arms around his middle.
“I love you,” Logan replied. His lips pressed to the top of my head. “We’ll be okay. I promise we’ll figure this out.”
I wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince—me or himself—but I believed him. I had to believe him because I didn’t want to think about what would happen if we didn’t.
Chapter 46
Elliot
Handsonmyhips,I stood in the open bay of the firehouse and just stared at my broken-down engine. It was the third time in six months that I found myself in this position.
“Agatha, you pain in my fucking ass,” I said out loud.Yes, I named all our trucks after old ladies.Did you ever get into it with an old broad? They were fucking brutal and tough as nails. My trucks were supposed to reflect that.
Agatha did not. Agatha did whatever she wanted—including breaking down on me whenever the hell she wanted. It was a love-hate relationship. She loved to hate me, and I loved to hate how I had to adjust the house budget for her.
“Are you talking to your fucking truck again?”
“She doesn’t fucking listen to me!” I exclaimed, grinning. I turned as the emergency mechanic wandered into the garage. Okay, Rhett wasn’t the station-picked mechanic, but he did a better job than the other guy did. He also never complained when I called him up for help.
And for my absolute enjoyment, Rhett was so goddamn hot it should’ve been illegal. The man somehow combined gruff biker and alternative emo into one delicious package. Tall, dark, and broody didn’t hold a candle to that man. He had wayward dark hair, a full beard, and soulful gray eyes while also sporting broad shoulders, a strong back, and biceps I wanted to put my hands on.I didn’t, but a man could fucking dream.And the piercings and tattoos? Hot. And those were just the ones I could see. There was no doubt the man had more hidden somewhere.
“Ever thought maybe she hates the name Agatha?” Rhett asked when he stopped next to me.Hell, he even had the height thing working for him at only an inch or two shorter than me.
Unfortunately, he was straight. Too bad, so sad, my dick wept at the thought.
“Bullshit,” I scoffed. Sighing, I crossed my arms. “All right, what do I owe you?”
“Well, it’s my day off, so…” He clicked his tongue piercing as he surveyed the truck—and yes, the man had a tongue piercing. He had no right being that damn hot and flaunting it.Fuck, I needed to get laid.A week of nothing was turning me into a dog. “We’ll call it two blow jobs this time.”
I laughed. As a straight man, he had no issues throwing down in the dirty jokes department with me. I liked that about him.
“You know, you have to start cashing in at some point,” I told him as I watched him unpack his bag. “You’re up to… how many now?”
“Today will make it twenty-three,” he said with a grunt, scooting under the truck. “I’d like to make it an even twenty-four and cash in all at once.”
“Twenty-four all at once?”
“A whole day of fucking blow jobs, keep you busy every hour.” I knew he was teasing me, but fuck if I didn’t wish I could take him up on that shit.
“Ah, well.” I feigned my sadness. “One more to go, I guess. Agatha will come through for me. She always does.”
“They still haven’t approved a new truck?” Rhett asked.
“Fuck no,” I replied. “If they can fix it for less than replacing it, why the hell would the city replace it?”
