Right. I knew that. But that doesn’t mean I have to give him my cell. “I saw a garage in town. I’ll take it there tomorrow and have them fix it.”
Fire’s chuckles should have drawn my attention, but they don’t. I keep my eyes focused on Heat, and trying to keep my heart rate in check.
“Fuckin’ trouble,” Heat mutters lowly, eyes narrowing, hand out. “Hand me your cell, McKenna.”
“I don’t see the point in handing you my phone. If you want something. One, you should ask nicely. Second, I don’t know you, so I won’t be handing you anything. I appreciate the help with my car’s tire, considering I don’t know how I was going to do it myself.” By the time I finish saying this, the spare is on my car, and the bad one was being placed in the trunk. “Regardless, I don’t hand my number out to strangers. I’ll take my car in the morning to the garage in town.”
Heat holds my gaze for a long while before he grunts something I don’t understand and jerks his head in the direction of their bikes. Without another word, he and his brothers leave me standing there with my now fixed, for the time being, car. I stay frozen in place, watching the men straddle their bikes and start them.
“Get in your car, McKenna,” Heat orders over the rumble of his bike.
I hope none of them notice my jumping at the harshness of Heat’s voice pulling me out of my frozen state. Darting around the back of the car, I open the driver’s door and get in. Thankfully, there was a break in the slew of cars going by, and I was able to pull back out onto the road with the bikes following suit.
Five minutes later, I turn off the busy road onto a back road. Ten minutes after I do this, I’m turning once again into the driveway of my home away from home.
FOUR
HEAT
“Hello.”
The sound of her sweet voice has my cock twitching, even with it being through the phone. I don’t think I’ve ever heard a woman’s voice like hers.
I don’t know what the hell it is about her, but I haven’t been able to get her out of my head since turning around on 460 when I saw the car she’d been driving and her standing outside of it.
It’d been fucking cute the way she kicked the flat on her car.
Then she’d gone and refused to give me her cell so I could put my number in and text myself. Didn’t matter, I was able to get her number anyway.
“You gonna bring your car in to the garage or what?” I ask, trying to keep my cock in check. I couldn’t even fuck one of the horas last night cause all I could see was McKenna’s beautiful eyes.
I knew the moment I saw her she was gonna be trouble, and I wasn’t wrong.
“Um, who is this?” she asks, and the way she does makes me wonder if I just woke her up.
“Trouble, you just waking up?”
“Heat?” she whispers.
Damn, her calling my name goes straight to my dick.
“Yeah, Trouble, now when are you bringing your car into the garage. My guys have a full schedule around here.” It was the truth. Kings Garage was always swamped with work. We weren’t the only garage in Windsor, but we were known for doing damn good work and not gouging customers.
“Um.”
The way McKenna says that one little word has the grin that was tugging at my lips turning into a full one. “You gonna bring your car in so we can change the tire?”
“Ugh, if you’r busy, I can wait until tomorrow. Or go to another garage.”
“Babe, I said my guys have a full schedule. I’m here now. I can do it.” I wasn’t one to offer my time, and I don’t know what the fuck I’m thinking offering it now. My guys could easily slot her in and get it done in no time, but I was planning on doing it myself.
“It can wait,” she says softly.
“Can’t be ridin’ around on a spare.”
“I’m not planning on going anywhere. I’ll just make an appointment and get it taken care of when the garage has time.”
“I’m here now,” I tell her, annoyance creeping in in a way that I like, which I don’t get. “Get your car here.”