“Oh?”
“I was expecting a Michael Myers situation with the cornfields,” I say, laughing. “But I was pleasantly surprised to discover it was a total hottie.”
“Really? A hottie, huh?”
“Let’s just say I wasn’t mad about watching him work on my rental car.”
Maggie laughs, clearly smitten with my story.
“I don’t know what it is about grumpy men, but I think his broodiness made him even hotter,” I say.
“You’re right. Grumpy men can be very attractive.”
I smile, imagining my mom and Maggie prowling for guys back in the day.
“He wasn’t mean, was he?” she asks, her features sobering.
“Not at all. I think hewantedto be nice, maybe even sweet. He was all …” I pause to think of an analogy that is PG-rated enough to share with Maggie and one that she’ll understand. “He was a grumpy cat. Scowly and moody, but deep down, he just wanted to be petted.”
Her face lights up as she walks toward me. “Ha!”
“I just enjoyed the arm porn and overlooked the irritation.”
A coy smile plays on her lips as she stops in front of the mudroom door. “Smart move. I would’ve done the same.”
My heart begins to pound again as I anticipate …something. I’m not sure what’s about to happen, but a definite undercurrent ripples through the room.
“Maggie?”
“Come here,” she says, motioning for me to join her beside the mudroom door.
Once I’m standing beside her, she smiles.Andthrows the door open.
My.
Jaw.
Drops.
A man with incredible green eyes and broad shoulders stands in front of me in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs.
His gaze snaps to mine and locks into place. The aforementioned scowl covers his lips.
What in the hell is happening here?
I suck in a haggard breath as my eyes nearly pop out of my head. I grip the doorframe to steady myself.
Holy freaking hell.
My brain screams at me not to ogle him—not in front of his mother. Oh my gosh, Maggie is his mother?Diesel Man is Maggie’s son?—and try to process this situation. But my body overrides the logic.
His body is a freaking playground.
Strong arms. A thick chest. Narrow waist.
He’s muscled and proportioned perfectly as if his strength comes from physical labor and not just hours at a gym.
Don’t drool, Megan.
