I really hoped the intense desire I felt when I last saw him would be a distant memory. The man was pure sex and drew me in like a magnet.
A giant sign that read “Drake’s Garage” pulled me out of my thoughts. I’d made it. This was it. I would get my divorce and be able to marry Henry.
So why does it feel like I’m making a mistake?
Parking in one of the customer parking spots, I gave myself a quick pep talk. I could do this. I just needed to go up, give him the papers, and leave. Then tomorrow he could drop the signed documents at reception. If he needed more time to look them over or speak to a lawyer, I could stay an extra night.
After stalling for another minute, I finally turned off the ignition and got out of the car. Papers clenched to my chest, I walked toward the open bays. A few people stood around a red muscle car, talking.
“Hey, asshat, what do you think? Should we get a new exhaust or try to work with the old one?” someone called out.
“Replace it,” someone else answered from the bay closest to the entrance. I jolted when I heard the familiar baritone.
“You heard the man. Boone, it’s all yours,” a tall, muscle-packed man said and turned away from the car. He changed direction when he saw me and came over. “Can I help you?”
I eased the death grip I had on the papers and forced a smile on my face. “I hope so. I’m looking for Landon West.”
The guy nodded toward the first bay where I’d heard Landon’s voice. “He’s over there. I’ll take you.” He turned back around, and I followed. “Landon, you got a visitor,” he called out when we were a few steps away.
Landon looked up, and when our eyes met, everything else seemed to stop existing. I never believed in bullshit like love at first sight. But when I looked at Landon, I almost changed my mind.
I froze, staring at him. He still looked exactly like I remembered.Damn him. Where is his beer gut?
“Kinsley.”
Just one word, but spoken in his gravelly voice, sent shivers up and down my spine.
I took the last few steps that brought me closer, coming to stand on the other side of the car he was working on.
He looked at me over the hood, his gaze never leaving mine.
I couldn’t tear my eyes from his. “Landon.”
I cringed when his name came out breathy.Get a hold of yourself, woman. He’s only a man. One with a butt you could bounce quarters off.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, but he didn’t sound put out. More like… excited? Hopeful?
I held out the wrinkled papers in my hand. “I need your signature.”
He was still standing on the other side of the car, a pipe wrench clasped in his hand, making no move to take the papers from me. “What for?”
Is he really going to play stupid? Fine. I’ll roll with it if it gets me his signature.“We’re still married.”
He bent back down to the car and started working on it again. “I know.”
Hell no, he did not just dismiss me like that.“Care to tell me why we’re still married?”
It was getting harder to keep control over my emotions. His dismissal didn’t help matters, and I abused the poor papers some more. They would be scrunched in a tight ball if he didn’t take them soon.
“Because we signed a marriage certificate about a year ago? Or did you forget?”
Deep breath in. That’s it. And out. Don’t yell. Keep your cool. Remember all you’ve worked for. This is just a bump in the road. No problem. You can do this.
“I didn’t forget. But you said you’d take care of it.”
Excellent. Calm and steady voice.
“I did say that.”
