“It’s a fucking terrible one. But, I support you. And I’m so curious to see what Mr. Dallas Whynot is going to say when you propose that you share the same woman in your beds.”
I fought a smile. “You and me both.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Dallas
A proposal of sorts.
That’s what the text message from June said.
I’d reluctantly left Madi’s bed earlier with the promise that we’d be in mine once I was off work. But now, instead of having our date, we were going to June’s.
And somehow I felt the same level of anticipation.
I worked on cars all day long. I’d changed oil for people, replaced spark plugs, ordered some parts, and worked on Madi’s little Prius.
And all day long, I thought aboutthe proposal.
I threw a towel over my shoulder. My orange shirt was stained from working under cars, as were my dark denim jeans. Before I even thought about heading over to June’s, I needed to go home to shower the sweat and grime off my body.
It felt good to be back in the swing of things. My time off had been nice, but I’d missed being in my garage. It was the same way Avery felt about her studio or Austin felt about Whynot Stay—it wasmyspace.
The brick walls were painted white. I had a bunch of vintage posters of old cars hung up, along with an orange neon sign thatsaidWhynot Autoin a nice cursive script. Over the years, I’d also collected some old hubcaps that reflected like mirrors.
It was exactly how I wanted it.
Then there were my racks of tools, my car jack, my printer and desk. All the useful shit I needed to run a place like this. Everything had its spot, including the coffee mug I’d been sipping from all day.
I wiped my hands on the rag as I crossed the garage to my desk. I leaned over at my screen lit up, wondering if it was June or Madi.
Evie.
My brows shot up. God, did this mean I was in trouble?
I used my face to unlock my phone and scanned the text.
Evie
You get one warning, Whynot. Don’t fuck this up.
I wasn’t even sure what I had the possibility of fucking up yet. I sighed and sent her back a thumbs up, knowing that was probably an asinine response back, but it was all I could muster with my nerves.
A proposal.
I’d been wondering the entire week already if June was going to text me. I’d been tempted to check in on her, but we’d left things clearly defined. If she wanted me, she had to tell me, and I could take the lead from there.
But I had to hear it from her first.
Now I had no idea what the fuck was going on. June? We were having dinner at her place for a proposal? The night after she and Madi slept together? The same day that Madi and I slept together?
“What are you thinking about?”
I damn near jumped out of my skin. Mateo stood in my garage, leaning against one of the cars with his arms crossed and brow raised as if he'd caught me in the middle of something naughty.
“For fuck’s sake, Mateo. Have you ever heard of knocking?” I barked.
“In an open garage? No. Have you ever heard of paying attention to your surroundings?” That smirk became nearly insufferable. “Who are you thinking about?”
