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Parked next to it, between the shop and a sprawling ranch-style house, were four different types of tow trucks on a large lot. Jack brought the truck to a stop and turned off the engine.
    “Let’s go talk to my brother and figure out what’s next.”
    “Sounds good.”
    He followed her down the driveway past a recent model yellow Mustang and a black Dodge Ram 3500 Dually, and into the house.
    The screen door snapped shut before he made it all the way in, catching him right in the backside. It wasn’t much, but he wasn’t expecting it. The momentum propelled him forward, right into Jack’s back. He caught her shoulders to keep her upright and they froze. The soft skin of her shoulders heated under his hands, and before he could think better of it, he dragged the tip of his finger over the dagger on her arm.
    Her breath caught. “What are you doing, Lathan?”
    “Not sure… it just felt right.”
    She peered up at him from over her shoulder. “It’s not a good idea.”
    He smiled, watching her eyes heat, and dropped his mouth to the curve of her shoulder. He just needed a taste.
    “She said it’s not a good idea.”
    With his lips hovering just over her skin, he glanced up to see an auburn-haired man with angry green eyes glaring at him from where he stood across the room.
    Jack stepped into the room further, putting a few feet between them, and rested her hands on the back of the couch. “Don’t start your shit, Jeremy. I handled it.”
    “Yeah, I saw how you handled it.”
    “Lathan Kincaid, my brother, Jeremy Price. Jeremy, don’t be a dink. You still want that beer, Lathan?”
    Sliding his hands into his pockets he smiled. “Sure, a beer would be great.”
    “Have a seat.” She gestured to the sofa. “I’ll be right back.”
    Jeremy uncrossed his arms and took a step toward Lathan. “So, Lathan, what the fu—”
    “Don’t make me kick your ass, Jeremy,” she called over her shoulder.
    He snorted and yelled into the kitchen to her, “You can’t beat me up.”
    She shed her jumpsuit somewhere along the way and reentered the living room with two long-necked bottles of North Stigmata, a specialty beer from a local brewery, and wearing a faded pair of thigh-hugging Levi’s paired with the sexy tank top.
    Jesus.
    “I can too beat you up, and you know it. So cut the crap.”
    “Yeah, well, you fight dirty,” Jeremy mumbled.
    Sibling banter. He missed that the most. He and Liam had only been two years apart, and best friends growing up. They did everything together. Sure, they had the occasional fight, but nothing they didn’t solve with a fist or two before going back to best friends again. It had really only happened a couple times, over girls. Not surprising with how close they were in age.
    He missed him all the time. When the hell was the gaping emptiness going to finally go away?
    Jack handed a beer to Lathan. “Here, sit.” She pointed a finger in her brother’s direction. “You taught me well. Now, enough of that, let’s talk business. Lathan has a Porsche 918 Spyder out there that needs a bit more than a Band-Aid.”
    Jeremy raised an eyebrow and scratched the short beard on his chin. “No shit?”
    Lathan tipped back the bottle and took a few gulps. “Yup. Banged her up good rolling over debris in the road. Jack said I should trust the repair to you. I guess all I need to know is why I should trust you with it.”
    “Because I’ve worked on them before.”
    Lathan leaned back and assessed Jeremy. His gaze was as open and honest as his sister’s. “You hold a certificate?”
    “I hold four. My training was in exotic cars before I had to take over Price’s. If you need references, I’ve got them in spades.”
    Had to take over Price’s? There was a story there. “Your training? Have you worked on anything exotic since then?”
    “I finished a McLaren P1 two weeks ago. Million-and-a-half-dollar car. Idiot drove it right into the corner of his house. Lives three hours away,