I slouch against the wheel balancer, smirking when RJ whips around.
“You a fucking psychic, kid? Every time I get this thing out, you’re up my ass.”
“So, you reallyweresneaking around behind my back, huh?” I fold my arms over my chest. “You know it’s a two-person job, don’t you?”
“Yeah.” He scratches his head sheepishly.
That’s not a good sign.
I straighten, narrowing my eyes at him. “What’s going on? You hire someone to help?”
“Not exactly.” He looks at me nervously. “Emil wanted to apologize for one of his guys stealing the Dodge, and—”
“Emil? Apologize?” I let out a bark of laughter. “Toyou?”
“He really cares about you, you know.”
“He sent a guy to help you out—so that I would forgive him? That doesn’t make sense. Emil would never do that for you.” I shake my head. “Ever. Unless the guy he sent was infected with a zombie virus.”
I know he knows I’m making sense, but the light shifts in his eyes, and something weird is definitely going on here.
“Why’d you say yes? Why even let Emil get involved?”
“I know, I know…” RJ shrugs. “But I have a bunch of cars lined up for repairs. How could I pass on a free mechanic? I’ve got him on back-to-back oil changes; the dude’ll be pissing the stuff by the time I’m done with him.”
I eye him warily. “Which dude?”
He jerks his head over to the walkway, and I follow his gaze.
And that’s when I see him.
Elbows propped on the railing, his eyes twinkling, a playful smile flitting on his lips.
“You havegotto be kidding me!”
“Hey, babe.”
“Esteban?”
I glare at RJ.Fuck my life.I race up the stairs until I’m face-to-face with my ex, and when he parts his lips to speak, I hold up a warning hand.
“You shouldn’t be here.”
“Nice to see you, too.” He stretches out a hand to my hair. “Wanna grab a drink?”
I step back, appraising him coolly.Talk about overconfident.
“What are you doing here?”
“Emil,” he says simply.
“You think I’m stupid?”
“Never.”
I sigh. “How long you staying?”
“Until Emil says I’m done.”
