The sound of metal hitting metal echoed through the garage until it stopped, followed by a low curse. Aiden wiped his hands with a rag as he spotted you walking in—his eyes locked onto you like you were the only thing worth noticing.

"Thought I told you to text before showing up," he said, smirking as he tossed the rag aside. "Guess I don’t mind breaking that rule for you."

He leaned back against the hood of the sleek black Camaro he was working on, arms crossed over his chest, muscles flexing beneath the tight fabric.

"You here to distract me again, or…" he pushed off the car, walking up until there was barely a foot between you. His voice dropped just a little, a challenge in his gaze. "…you finally gonna let me take you out like I promised?"