Becs has a grin a mile wide. “She’s in love with my brother.”

I gasp. “I am not.”

“Are too,” Elizabeth pipes up. How did I end up getting double-teamed here?

“We’ve only had one date.”

“You guys can’t keep your hands off each other,” Becs teases in a singsong voice.

“Can too.” My cheeks catch fire and I feel like a silly girl with a crush. That’s what this is, just a massive crush.

“I fell in love with Austin the first week we were together. It just took me a little longer to realize it.”

There is no way I could be in love with Devin. It’s too soon. Sure, I’m crazy about him. The way his hands feel. The way he smells. Those dark eyes. The way he can say so much without saying a word. But that’s not love.

Is it?

Chapter Twelve

Devin

I slam the last drawer to the rolling toolbox, cursing under my breath. “Mikey!” I holler across the bays.

“Yeah, boss?” he answers from behind me. I turn to see him wringing his hands.

“How many times have I told you to return tools after you’re done with them?” I snarl. His eyes go wide. I take a deep breath instead of tearing into him like I want to. “Where the hell is the ten-millimeter socket?”

“Top drawer.”

I shake my head. “That’s where it’s supposed to be. I asked where it is,” I say through gritted teeth.

Mikey reaches behind me, pulling out the drawer I just finished searching. It takes all the self-control I have not to break his arm. He tries to slide it open, but I don’t move. He can only crack it and squat down to peer inside.

“I swear it was in there this morning.” He scratches his head in confusion.

“It’s not now.”

He swallows hard and scurries off with an, “I’ll find it, boss.”

I kick the toolbox behind me then curse myself for doing it. I’m not the destructive type. I keep my anger in check. I have to. But I’ve been on edge all week. This shop is a second home to me, but Jessie and her changes have me crawling out of my skin. I don’t know where anything is. I don’t know how to run my own damn shop. Sean and Shelley took to the system like ducks to water, but Mikey and I are fucking lost. And Jessie isn’t even here to deal with it. She hasn’t been here in days. Not since our date.

I haven’t seen her since I dropped her off at her front door and got sent away with a chaste kiss. Her sugary-sweet smell is fading. Without her in my space, I’m adrift. I take a deep breath and hold it while I roll my neck. Memories of that brilliant smile and those hazel eyes torture me.

Fuck it.

I slam the office door behind me, drop into the chair and hit the Call button on my cell. I reach behind me and grip my neck as the ringing cuts through the silence in the small space. My heart is pounding in my chest. I hate talking on the phone. I hate talking, period.