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Just as I’m running a brush through my hair and adding product to get the frizz out, I hear the front door open.

He’s here.Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Excitement bubbles in my stomach, and I scurry onto the bed, adjusting my boobs for the full non-plus-ultra boob experience.

From the living room, Cal calls out, “Josie? You in?”

“Juuuhu. I’m inhe-ere,” I call seductively.

Suddenly, I hear Theo’s voice, and my heart drops. “Hey, Josie! The guys are heading out to eat—but we’re gonna have a few drinks here. Want to join us?”

Shitshitshitshit.

See, this is why I don’t doanythingimpulsive!

Multiple footsteps start coming my way, and I scramble off the bed, racing for thewide-openbedroom door.

27

CAL

A few hours earlier

I’m meeting with “the garage crew” for the first time since all positions have been filled.

A couple of them are already waiting when Theo and I walk in. Most are mechanics with years of experience. It takes Theo and me a little while to show the new guys around the place, but once we’re done, Theo offers to take the guys out for dinner. It’s something we’ve done with my other businesses as a way to get to know each other.

“I have a date,” I tell Theo with a grin. “But why don’t you and the guys stop by the apartment for a quick drink before you go out?”

“I’m game. Are you sure Josie isn’t going to mind? Given you have a date and everything?”

“Nah, she won’t mind. She’s not home yet.”

We all grab our bikes and roll out, heading toward my place. In the back of my mind, I know Josie wants to talk, but I’m assuming she’s still tied up at work. Which is why, when I walk in and find her shoes by the door, I’m surprised.

“Josie? You in?” I call as the guys file in behind me.

“Juuuhu. I’m inhe-ere!”

Huh. Odd.

There’s something different about her voice. Her calling me from the bedroom is also strange. Juuuhu? That’s not Josie. I hope she’s not getting sick or anything. Ignoring the guys, I walk down the hall toward the bedroom.

Is she all right? Why is she in the room? Is she not feeling good?

Jesus.

Fucking.

Christ.

The second I step through the doorway, I’m greeted with a fucking spectacular sight. Josie is lying on my bed, done up in some of the hottest lingerie I’ve ever seen. For fuck’s sake, she’s wearing a corset? Is that what it is? My mind is blank.

And then I remember the guys are here.

“Cal, Josie?” Theo calls, following me. “Everything okay?”

Josie’s eyes suddenly widen when she realizes I’m not alone.

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