Lily’s pov

“Shit not again,” I mutter under my breath as the engine coughs once more and dies right there on the cracked asphalt leading to Moreno’s Garage.

My hands tighten on the wheel and I let out a frustrated groan that turns into something hotter the second I spot his broad back bent over the open hood of some old truck.

Jack Moreno is the only one left in the lot at two in the afternoon and the sight of him in those grease-stained jeans hugging his thick thighs makes my stomach flip hard.

I have been inventing every little rattle and squeak for weeks just to roll in...