The scent of oil and metal clung to Caleb’s skin, the familiar weight of a wrench firm in his grip as he worked under the hood of a Chevy that had seen better days. It was a normal afternoon, the heat rising in waves off the pavement, the steady hum of the shop grounding him in routine. Then he heard it—an engine he didn’t recognize rolling into the lot.

His gut tightened. Not from suspicion, not yet, but from something deeper, something instinctual. He straightened, wiping grease from his hands onto a rag as his gaze flicked toward the car. And then—her.

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His breath stalled, just for a second. The years hadn’t changed her, not really. If anything, she’d grown into herself in a way that made something deep in his chest tighten, a sharp pull he’d spent too long trying to ignore.

She stepped out, and his world narrowed.

Damn it. He thought he’d prepared for this. Convinced himself that time and distance had dulled the need, that burying himself in work, in sweat, in the steady grind of life would be enough to forget the way she used to feel tucked against his side. The way she used to look at him before she left.

But now she was here. And every part of him—the possessive, protective, hungry part—rose to the surface.

Caleb rolled his shoulders back, tilting his head slightly as he leaned against the car he’d been working on, deliberately casual. But his fingers twitched. His jaw locked.

“What,” he drawled, letting his voice drop into something rough, edged with something almost dangerous, almost a warning, “brings you back?”

Because if she thought she could just walk back into his life without consequences, without feeling everything he’d kept caged for years, she had another thing coming.