This got a chuckle then, “I’ll bet. Later, amigo.”
“Later.”
He flipped his phone shut.
Then he flipped it open and called Tate.
Then he flipped it shut again and got back to work.
*
At twelve thirty, Ty was standing with Wood just outside a bay when the Viper turned into the garage and growled down the forecourt.
Ty and Wood stopped talking in order to watch and so did every single man on Wood’s payroll and Ty didn’t even have to turn to confirm. Lexie had visited him in the forecourt of the garage twice and once was incentive enough for any man to stop what he was doing and pay attention.
But watching her park the Viper, throw out a long, tanned leg and fold out of his car wearing a pair of black short-shorts, the tight, berry-colored, halter-topped tee she was wearing that day by the pool in Vegas, high-heeled, black sandals on her feet, a pair of classy, black-framed shades covering her eyes and her long, soft, shining hair falling over her shoulders could cause even Rowdy Crabtree, with his closeted tendencies, to have one motherfucker of a wet dream.
Ty grinned.
Wood muttered, “Shit.”
Ty’s grin got bigger.
Lexie shouted excitedly across the forecourt, “You left me the Snake!” and then she did it.
Racing across the forecourt, he braced and she launched herself in his arms. This time, she wrapped her long legs around his hips and when he caught her, he did it with hands to her ass.
She gave him a hard kiss then pulled away and gave him a huge smile, her light beaming bright and blinding.
Good.
She’d flipped on the switch.
And she liked the Viper. A lot.
“Babe, I’m at work,” he reminded her but didn’t even twitch in an effort to put her on her feet.
To this, she turned her head to Wood and greeted, “Hey, Wood.”
“Hey, Lexie. Welcome back.”
“Thanks,” she replied. “Happy to be back.”
Wood’s eyes did a sweep of them while his lips twitched and he noted, “That actually wasn’t lost on me.”
She shot him a smile then asked, “Do you mind your mechanics engaging in public displays of affection?”
Ty shook his head, not in denial, because he found it amusing his wife was a goof.
He’d missed that too, as in missed it.
Wood answered, “Just as long as you keep your clothes on.”
“Can do,” she muttered then looked back at Ty. “Soooo,” she drew this out then went on, “the bad news is, Dominic hired someone.”
She didn’t look too broken up about it but, still, he knew she liked that job so he murmured, “Sorry, mama.”
Her smile flashed and she continued, “The good news is, he caught her with her fingers in the cash register only two days after she started and fired her ass so…” her arms that were curled around his shoulders disappeared as she threw them in the air and Ty had to lean back so his wife wouldn’t topple the other direction as she shouted, “I’m back in!”
Ty turned his head to Wood and explained, “My wife’s a goof.”
Wood chuckled.
“I’m not a goof,” Lexie protested, winding her tanned arms around his shoulders again.
“Baby, you’re a goof. Total goof,” Wood declared. “But you stick with that, you work it.”
Wood was not wrong about that.
“Okay,” she said quietly, turned to Ty, lifted her shades to her forehead and gave him big eyes that told him without words to stop telling people she was a goof.
That was when Ty chuckled.
Then he squeezed her ass, gave her a small heft to communicate his intentions, her legs loosened from his hips and he dropped her to her heels.
She moved her shades back to her eyes and leaned her body into Ty as Ty said to Wood, “Lunch.”
“Right,” Wood jerked up his chin. “Take your time. You been doin’ so much overtime, actually saves me money you take a long lunch.”
“Thanks, man,” Ty muttered.
“Later, Wood,” she gave her farewell.
“Later, Lexie,” Wood returned.
Ty moved, Lexie grabbed his hand and laced her fingers through his.
When she did, his tightened.