I sigh. “You need more mechanics. What about that guy from Hampton?”
“He don’t start ‘til next week,” he says, noticing my obvious disappointment. He wraps a hand around my wrist, spins my chair out of the desk, and sweeps me to my feet, straight into his warm arms, a little grin on his stubbly face. “Why, babe? Can’t wait til tonight?”
I pout. “I have something to show you.”
“That so?” He finishes chewing the apple and swallows, his eyes heavy on mine, trying to gauge what that means. “Anything of yours, I want to see, babe. Believe me.”
He thinks it’s another line to get him to go to the apartment with me. Lately, we’ve been coming up with the dumbest excuses to lure each other back there. I lost a contact, can you help me find it? I heard a noise back there; it could be a burglar. Can you help me move the sofa? There isn’t a single mechanic on the floor that buys it, I’m sure of it.
He looks over his shoulder toward the work area, where the rest of his mechanics are busy servicing all kinds of cars. It’s surprising and overwhelming, in a good way, how well the new business kicked off. We thought we would have time to adjust to the new business and work out the kinks. By the time we got back from our honeymoon, we already had a waiting list, which has only grown. I guess you can say it went from zero to eighty, super-fast. “Can you spare a couple seconds, at least?”
He waggles his eyebrows and tosses the apple core in the trash. “So you can show me your thing? Yeah, baby, I’d love to see your thing. Come on.”
He takes my hand and leads me over to the hallway that leads to the apartment. His brother, Eric, punches another mechanic as we pass, and they both snicker and mouth something about newlyweds.
Then Eric rushes to the door, pulls it open, and shouts after us, “Have a good quickie.”
Dax shoots him the look of death as he pulls open the door and ushers me through it. When he closes it, he’s on me in seconds, pressing me against the door, kissing me, his hands roving under my sweater. He pulls off his t-shirt, glorious abs front-and-center, and starts to fumble with his belt buckle. “Hurry. I got to get the Chevy looked at before Havens gets off work,” he breathes out, his open mouth roving over the skin of my jaw.
“Wait,” I say, nudging him back.
He’s running his tongue down the side of my neck, sending jolts of sensation everywhere, almost but not quite making me forget why I brought him here. “Can’t wait,” he murmurs into my skin. “I want you.”
I press two hands solidly on his muscled chest and say his name gently until he pulls back and stares into my eyes.
“What?” he asks, breathless, confused by my inaction.
“I didn’t come back here for a quickie,” I tell him, smoothing down my shirt “Well, it would be nice, but—“
“Are you okay, Katydid?” he asks, voice rising in alarm.
I nod. “Better than okay,” I tell him. “I came to show you this.”
I reach into my pocket and pull out the white wand with the double lines. I’d taken it this morning. I’d wanted to tell him the second I suspected, but I also wanted to make sure. I hold it out to him, and understanding slowly dawns on his face.
He looks from it, to me, back to it again. “That what I think it is?”
“It’s not a magic wand,” I say with a grin. “It’s positive.”
A slow smile spreads across his face. He runs both hands through his hair, letting it tumble back into his eyes. Then he rubs his jaw. “What? You saying we’re having a little Katydid?”
For once, I’ve definitely surprised him. I grin smugly. “Or a little Dax.”
He blinks. “A little Dax might drive you crazier than I do already.”
I shake my head. “I beg to differ.”
He’s still standing there, half-undressed, frozen. I think a stiff wind would blow him over.
“Holy shit,” he breathes. He doesn’t bother getting his clothes back on. Suddenly, he tears open the door, preparing to race through it, and then remembers me, standing there. He puts his hands on either side of my face and kisses me hard. “I love you, you know that?”
I nod, laughing, and reach over and zip up his fly, since I know there’s no stopping Dax Harding when he gets something in his head, and I don’t want him running out there with all his stuff hanging out. The second I do, he’s off like white lightning.
He rushes out into the crowded floor, and I grin after him. I can hear his shouts, even from here. Soon, everyone in the place knows that we’re expecting. In seconds, the clanking of machinery is replaced by whooping and hollering, with Dax yelling the loudest of them all.
A second later, he comes rushing back to me and takes me in his arms. “Hell, girl, why didn’t you say something in the first place? The Chevy can wait.”
Then he closes the door and locks it.
And our happily ever afters just keep on coming.
THE END
Obsessed With Him (Books 1-6) by Hannah Ford
Part I
Obsessed With Him by Hannah Ford