on my own. Let our parents harp. My pain and what I do about it belong to me. Your shirt, on the other hand…" My words linger.
"My shirt is acceptable." Her gaze shifts toward the twins as her hands tug at her neckline. Her staring at Finn and Frey with curiosity is becoming a habit.
Hell, the Kelly twins are a curiosity. They're wild, Irish rogues who are good looking and full of themselves, and any guy with women in his life should keep his guard up when the twins are near. Mom is reduced to blushing at their antics when she has them to the house for dinner. Damn their accent. No surprise my game's been off since I returned to Rossview. Those assholes distract every Tom, Dick, and Jane with their tales of adventure. Outsiders in a town the size of Rossview have panties flying faster than a BOGO sale at Victoria's Secret.
I raise a brow, and Chase clears her throat and rolls her eyes with a muttered, "Whatever," like my thoughts were spoken out loud. She and I excel at nonverbal communication.
"Where's O?" I ask, lowering my head and returning my attention to cleaning the carburetor I've held for the last ten minutes.
"That's why I came out. He got a lead on a '68 Chevy Nova some guy inherited and went to check it out. He asked me to have you keep your phone handy."
"Is he sending pictures?" My mind goes straight to work—toying with engine setups and paint schemes. We could have fun with a '68 Nova.
"I'm the messenger, that's all." She shrugs, and the buzzer sounds in the office, alerting us someone entered.
Chase waves through the windows at the owner of the WRX the twins completed yesterday. Turning toward the office, she checks over her shoulder and eyes me from head to toe. "How's your knee today?" she repeats herself. Nuisance.
"My knee is fine, Chase." She's a pain in my ass, but I love her concern.
With one final glance, she nods. "Take your pills." Before I respond, she flips the ends of her dark hair over her shoulder and hurries across the garage. "Hey, Tweedledee and Tweedledum, your guy's arrived," she yells as she pulls the door open and walks into the office.
The guys and I work into the early evening finishing up a last-minute turbo swap on a Mitsubishi EVO for a buddy. We’ve reached Friday night, and drinks, food, and women rule our minds by the time we close shop.
"She working?" I ask Finn when I meet up with him, Owen, and Frey at Bleachers after stopping by my place, grabbing a shower, and changing clothes.
"No sign of her, but Ally sat us in her section."
"Oh shit, you asked for her?" Finn grins at my outburst, and I settle onto a stool at our oval table, all of us shoved on one side where we have a perfect view of the game playing on the television. "She must be something special if you're doing the chasing instead of making her come to you."
"Ahhh, there she is." Finn slaps Frey across the chest.
My gaze follows theirs through the crowded restaurant. Bleachers is our go-to spot for drinks. We're familiar with the servers—some more than others—so spotting the new girl is easy, for no reason other than her dark waves are different from the bleached blondes and bottled redheads working.
"The brunette?" I verify.
The girl's head shakes, sending her long waves swishing from side-to-side across her shoulder blades. My dirty mind visualizes those silky strands spread across my naked torso. My fingers tugging on the ends while her mouth goes to town on my—
"Poor girl has no idea what she's in for," Owen says with a laugh beside me.
Shit. I blink hard and avert my gaze from Finn's conquest as the guys toss off-color comments around the table, and I adjust my junk. Damn, I need to get laid if a crown of silky hair has my pants tightening.
Ally chooses that moment to wander by our table, and I wink at the hostess when her baby blues slant my way. She flashes an intimate grin I'm well-acquainted with. We've hooked up during my breaks from school over the years, but after learning she screwed Finn, my urge to revisit her bed waned.
"Don't do it." Owen's shoulder bumps into mine, and I meet his hooded eyes. "When we're done, we can head to The Vault," he says low for my benefit.