Then he turned and bent to Mrs. Heely so she could touch her hand to his cheek.

Her eyes were smiling but her lips were muttering, “And again, he doesn’t shave.”

He kept grinning at her as he straightened away.

“Oh my gosh! Look at this! It’s all coming together from your sketch and it’s amazing!” Carissa cried and Joker turned to her to see her hands clasped in front of her.

Then she leaned into the cover over the fender and watching her do it, he decided after the ignition caught, the test runs were done, it was late, and the garage was deserted, he was dropping the hood and fucking her right there.

In those shoes.

She turned to him and exclaimed again, “Amazing!” She twisted to look at Mrs. Heely. “Isn’t this amazing?”

“Did you build this, Carson?” the woman asked, and Carson looked to her to see she looked her brand of what Carissa looked.

Amazed.

“Yeah,” he muttered.

Mrs. Heely moved eyes shining with pride to him. “Obviously, I don’t see myself behind the wheel, but that makes it no less magnificent.”

“I see it’s unanimous,” Keith put in, and Joker caught Carissa straightening from the car and turning to him.

“I’m so sorry. We interrupted. I…” Her eyes got huge, Carson took in how cute that was, and she clapped her hands in front of her three times and yelled, “Mr. Robinson!”

“You caught me,” Keith said on a smile.

Carissa rushed him and gave him a quick hug. She leaned back, hands still on his biceps, smiling like a lunatic up in his face.

“This is so wonderful!” she exclaimed. “Are you here because you heard about Wilde and Hay?”

She let him go and stepped away as Keith shook his head, looking mildly confused, and asked, “Sorry, no. Wilde and Hay?”

“They’re doing a big spread on Joker,” she told him then added, “Carson,” when Keith continued to look confused.

The man stopped looking confused as his eyes slowly turned to Joker.

“No,” he answered Carissa quietly. “Just came to see Carson’s work. I had no idea.” His voice dropped quieter. “But I’m not surprised.”

Joker hefted up Travis, who’d let go of his lip but latched on to his shirt, and Keith’s eyes went to the kid.

Joker stopped feeling the good that was heating his chest, and he braced when Keith took in Travis.

His eyes came back. “You didn’t mention you and Carissa had a son.”

Before Joker could say anything, Carissa pushed under his arm, forcing him to drape it around her shoulders (not that he wouldn’t do that anyway), and curling hers around his waist as she pressed into his side and said, “Travis is Aaron Neiland’s, Mr. Robinson. We were married. Now we’re not and I’m with Jo… Carson.”

“Ah,” Keith murmured.