Here is a sneak peek excerpt of a book from my backlist. Enjoy.
“Gabe is over there.” Kincaid pointed.
Mace looked and his breath caught as he watched Gabe lift an engine on a pulley. The play of muscles made Mace want to go over and lick each one. Mace moved towards where Gabe was. Absently, he glanced to his left expecting to see Kincaid walking with him. He wasn’t there. Mace searched for him and saw him across the room talking to the man he knew was called Joker. Then Kincaid moved over to Spider. Mace stopped, watching curiously as Kincaid went to each of the various men there—some Mace knew, others he was not familiar with. After he had spoken to each man, they headed out of the door leading to the lot.
“Did you bring the ’Cuda?”
Mace jerked as Gabe spoke behind him. He spun and stared at him. Gabe was looking past him. Shaggy brown hair framed his slightly sweaty face. Gabe rubbed a cloth over his face then met his gaze. His brown gaze had that slightly amused look he seemed to always have. Mace clenched his fist to control his need to reach out and touch the sexy man in front of him.
“Ummm…yes, I brought the ’Cuda.”
“We have an unwritten rule. If a client is a particular one, we follow what they want but if they bring back what we worked on, we get to play.”
“Huh…?” Mace watched his lips move but didn’t really register what he had said.
“Not working today?” Gabe tilted his head to the side.
Mace blinked then cleared his throat. “No, I have a day off. How’d you know?”
“Early June on a Wednesday—a weekday—at mid-morning and you’re here and not at the university. I figured you probably weren’t working. Wasn’t sure if you were playing hooky or just had a day off. I’m off today too. Just wanted to get this done first.” He gestured behind him.
Mace glanced at the car then back at Gabe. “You’re restoring a car?”
“Yep.” Gabe grinned. “I’m teaching an apprentice for Michael. He sent me this to work on. I think he’s just looking for free labour.”
“Michael? You mean from Howard’s Garage and Restoration down the street?” Mace was confused on why he would be doing a project for him.
“Yep. I used to work there years ago before I came here to Vaughn’s. Michael keeps sending me cars trying to entice me back. He refuses to give up.” Gabe smiled then sobered. “Is something wrong with the ’Cuda? Is that why you came by?”
“No, I came by to say the—” Mace stopped, made a decision then spoke again. “I came by to ask if you wanted to watch the British Touring Car Championship on TV with me on Saturday.”
Gabe studied the black-haired, blue-eyed man and was again captured by the warm openness of his face. Although it had been a few weeks since he first saw him and Mace had tried to be rude, it just wasn’t in Mace’s character and Gabe could tell that. Mace Hutton was a handsome man—his hair was contained at the base of his neck with a band. The masculine lines of his face were captivating and his blue eyes had a keen intelligence, but there was also a kindness in them. Gabe could tell he made Mace nervous—he just had to figure out if it was a good or bad kind.
Mace, with his British accent and refined ways, was not Gabe’s usual type, but there was something about the man that made him want to see what was bubbling beneath the surface. The first time he’d seen Mace, he’d been in a dark grey suit, with a pale blue button-down shirt open at the collar. His clothing and his bare feet were sexy. The second time he’d been in a different suit. Gabe had thought him sexy those times, but today Mace was even more so, in black jeans and a light green, short-sleeved button-down shirt. This time he had on loafers. And this time Gabe wasn’t letting him get away without any plans to see him again. Mace had beaten
Gabe’s own plans to seek him out—Gabe had been planning to drop by his house later today when he thought he would be home. But Mace had come to him.
“Sure. What time?” Gabe answered his question, wondering how he’d get to see him before Saturday. He didn’t want to wait that long to spend time with Mace.
“I actually DVRed it, so you can come around midday and we can start watching it then. We’ll have some lunch first.” Mace removed his hands from the front pockets of his jeans. “I’ll see you on Saturday, then.”
He held out his hand and Gabe slid his against it, holding back a smile as Mace shivered.
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