Page 15 of Wright Together
“Fine.”
“Hmm,” he grunted.
A lie. I was not fine. Not at all. Not with him standing in front of me, looking like a whole fucking meal. Not with the lingering feel of his hands on my body. I shivered as if I could still feel every indent in my skin.
“Thanks to you,” I added. “I appreciate the save.”
“You’re late,” was his only response.
West cleared his throat, covering a laugh. “Good to see you, Eve. Ignore my brother. Punctuality is next to godliness or whatever.”
Nora snorted. “That sounds right.” She pulled me in for a hug. “Glad you made it. Sorry I saw your text so late.”
“That’s all right. I thought I was going to miss the whole thing.”
“Did you get stuck in traffic?” Nora asked.
I laughed. It was hard not to. “In Lubbock? What traffic?”
Nora breathed out heavily through her nose. “Fair. Fine. But it’s a busy weekend.”
“No, I got caught at a showing. It was only supposed to be one house, and the next thing I knew, we were looking at ten houses in neighborhoods all over town.”
“Real estate agent problems.”
“Tell me about it.”
I put up with a lot of shit, but I actually liked these clients. It was why I’d put in the extra effort. I wanted them to find their dream home. That moment when they walked through the house in a daze and justknew. Their eyes meeting across a kitchen island as they pictured filling the space with their things and making memories. It was the best.
“How’s the car?” Whitt asked.
West and Nora jerked their heads to him simultaneously. Whitt didn’t deign to meet their interested expressions.
“Still at the dealership. They gave me a loaner. Thanks for the assist.”
“Sure,” he said, his gaze intense.
“What assist?” Nora asked, interjecting herself into our conversation.
West was looking at his brother, but Whitt purposely glanced away.
“I had some car trouble, and Whitt helped me out,” I said as if it were no big deal.
And honestly, from anyone else, it wouldn’t be. Nora would have done it in a heartbeat. But of course, I didn’t want to bang Nora.
“Really?” West said. “Whitt is good with cars.”
“Found that out,” I admitted.
A vision of him shirtless with his hands under the hood flashed through my mind. A flush rushed through my chest and centered on my core. Yeah, I couldn’t stop thinking about that muscled torso and biceps and shoulders and…
Fuck, brain! Shut the fuck up!
“What did Brian say?” Whitt asked.
“He agreed with you. Timing belt.”
And it was going to be at least five hundred dollars. I’d winced at the amount when I’d first heard it. He’d even said it was a deal because he was friends with Whitt. I didn’t know how he knew everyone in town when I’d lived here longer, but I was thankful for the discount. Even if the amount quoted was going to bankrupt me until I got that Wright money coming in.