Trent laughed. “Trav would definitely love the black. Personally, I think some red trim would be sick, but that would be up to him.”
Adrenaline was already pumping through my veins. Just the idea of getting this car into our garage and being under the hood with our son was pumping me up. “You like it?”
“Baby, you could show me a tricycle with two missing wheels, and I would agree just for the look on your face alone.”
“Frat boy,” I whined, half amused and half frustrated. “I want your honest opinion.”
“I think we should go look at it. I also think the seller is on crack if he thinks he’s getting what he’s listed it for. Not with all the upgrades it’s gonna need.”
God, he was fucking hot. He was also really good with numbers and negotiations.
Likereallygood.
“I totally understand why Romeo got so hot over a nerd. You really need to get those glasses.”
His crooked front tooth flashed, and I thought about climbing into his lap right there. I was saved from embarrassing myself when he continued talking.
“This is gonna be six months of work, easy. Probably closer to eight.”
I nodded. “Probably.”
His knowing eyes met mine. “That would give you plenty of time to get used to Trav with his own car.”
“Would give both of us time to spend with him while we help him build it.”
“Call and set it up,” T said, setting aside the phone.
“You know if we buy him this car, it will only be a matter of time before he starts racing,” I warned.
Leaning in, T hooked his palm around the back of my neck. The touch was grounding and reassuring, as was the tilt of his head to meet my eyes. “You okay with that?”
He was the picture of patience as I thought it over and nodded.
T gave my neck a squeeze before pulling back. “Good thing I have a lot of practice loving an adrenaline junkie.”
The loss of his touch accompanied by his words made me feel like an engine about to sputter out. “T…” My voice was gruff, slightly pained.
He came back immediately, the heavy weight of his hand pure relief. I slumped a little, breath puffing out. “Better?” he asked low.
I nodded.
“What is it, Drew?”
I wrinkled my nose.
“Baby.” He modified.
Better.
“I think I want to retire.” The words whooshed out of me like a blown tire. Fast, forceful, and shocking.
His fingertips jerked against my neck before tightening with his intake of breath. “What?”
Body twisting toward him, I lifted my leg so my bent knee was resting on his, my upper body swaying closer. His hand wedged between my bent knee and tugged me closer while he rotated his upper half to face mine.
The hand not against my neck dove inside my jacket to grip my waist.
“I’ve been thinking about it for a while now, T. I think it’s time.”
