When Lizzie pulls into the Scottson brothers’ garage, she expects a car service—not the punch of desire that hits when she sees Brad again. Tattoos, overalls slung low on his hips, grease on his skin… and that look in his eyes like he’s been waiting fifteen years for her to walk back through his door.
Old photos. Old feelings. One locked workshop.
When Lizzie pulls into the Scottson brothers’ garage, she expects a car service—not the punch of desire that hits when she sees Brad again. Tattoos, overalls slung low on his hips, grease on his skin… and that look in his eyes like he’s been waiting fifteen years for her to walk back through his door. Old photos. Old feelings. One locked workshop.
Dating a mechanic certainly has its perks...
