“Or,” Torres cuts in, eyes narrowing slightly like he’s onto something, “maybe there is someone.”
That quiets things down just a notch. Not much. Just enough.
Carter leans forward, interest piqued. “Oh, I like this theory. Who is she, Garrison?”
“No one,” I say flatly.
Too fast. Torres catches it. Of course he does.
“Yeah,” he says slowly, grinning now. “There is someone.”
“Drop it.”
“Oh, no shot,” Carter says immediately. “We’re not dropping this. Not after years of nothing. You owe us this.”
I huff out a breath, dragging a hand over the back of my neck. “I don’t owe you anything.”
“Name,” Torres presses.
“No.”
“Just a first name.”
“No.”
“Initial?”
I stare at him. He grins wider.
“Come on, man,” Carter says. “We’re your brothers. You can trust us.”
That almost makes me laugh. Because if they knew?—
If they had even the slightest idea—I’d never hear the end of it. Not in a million years.
“She’s not… someone I can talk about,” I say finally, choosing my words carefully.
That gets a reaction.
“Ooooh,” Carter leans back, dragging the word out. “Forbidden.”
Torres barks out a laugh. “You into married women now, Garr?”
I shake my head, jaw tightening just slightly. “No.”
“Boss’s daughter?” Carter throws out.
My chest locks. For a split second?—
Just one—I feel it.
That night. The garage. Her hand on my chest. Her lips on mine—I shove it down hard.
“Wrong,” I say, forcing my voice to stay even.
They’re watching me now. Really watching. I can’t help but relive the best moment of my life even though it was two lonely years ago.
Torres tilts his head. “You sure about that?”
