Forever With You (Baxter Boys Book 2)

Excerpt:

Chapter 1

 Tough clicked “publish” and allowed a small smile to hover on the corners of his lips. Funny how the words that never came easily out of his mouth flowed without effort from his fingers.

Placing his hands behind his head and leaning back with a loud squeak from the ancient, wobbling office chair, he allowed himself a grunt of satisfaction as his phone began chiming with notifications.

He had just reached to shut his computer screen off when a squeal and crash shook the walls of the old warehouse. His chair’s legs slapped back down on the concrete. He jumped to his feet and strode out of the office, through the cavernous, cement-floor interior that he used as his garage. He passed the now-deserted checkerboard, where retirees sat during the day while he worked on customers’ cars, and grabbed the knob of the side door. The warehouse wasn’t exactly square, and the old metal door always required a good jerk to slip it out of its frame.

Tough yanked. The door flew open.

Just off the sidewalk in front of his building, an older model car with minimal front-end damage sat beside a light-colored hybrid. The damage to the hybrid was heavier but still not extensive. According to the placement of the cars, it looked like the older one cut the corner too close and clipped the hybrid as it sat at the stop sign.

Tough’s heart did a light stumble as he recognized the perky little blond who had jumped out of her little hybrid and was walking around. Kelly Irwin. Her face scrunched up as though in pain when she saw the damage to her car. But she didn’t stop, continuing to the driver’s side of the other vehicle.

He glanced in the window of her car. Normally she had at least two underprivileged children with her anywhere she went outside of her job as a social worker supervisor. Not today.

Tough didn’t see anyone else in the other car, either.

The older gentleman had gotten out, meeting Kelly over his door.

Kelly lifted a hand to keep long strands of honey blond hair out of her face as a breeze tunneled down between the two large buildings on either side of the street. “Are you okay?” She let go of her hair and touched the man’s arm.

He rubbed his head. “I’m fine. I can’t believe how much damage there is. I wasn’t going that fast!”

She smiled reassuringly at him, her whole face lighting up, and patted his arm. “I know you weren’t.” She held her hand out. “I’m Kelly, by the way.”

“Grant Hormell.” The man shook her hand, but the worry lines never eased from his face.

Tough considered the damages and figured it was true; he really wasn’t going very fast. It might look like a lot, but really, the damage was minimal. Easily fixed in his shop where he did body and motor work.

At this point, Tough knew, any “normal” person would have walked over with their hand out. They’d introduce themselves and mention the auto body shop they owned just behind them. They’d mention that their shop had just emptied out this morning. They’d offer to give an estimate, get the cars in, and have them fixed by closing tonight.

Tough clenched his jaw. His eye twitched. Unfortunately, his unusual name was the most normal thing about him. Always had been.

Kelly opened her mouth, but the man spoke again. “I’m so sorry. I dropped my phone, and I just leaned over to pick it up, and that’s when…”

“Yes, it’s okay,” Kelly said gently. “I know these things happen so fast. Please don’t feel bad. Nobody was hurt. That’s the important thing. The cars can be fixed.” She patted his arm.

The man twisted his hands together and took a shaky breath. “I hate to ask this of you, but could we keep from reporting this? My kids have been trying to take my license from me for a year now, and once I lose it…”

Kelly’s hand stayed consolingly on the man’s arm, and his hands quit twisting together. “Hey. It’s okay. I understand. It could have happened to anyone. We don’t have to report this.”

“Really?” The man looked like he was going to hug Kelly. But then his face fell. “I won’t be able to pay for your repairs up front. I’m on social security. But I can do payments.”

“Let’s take it one step at a time.” Kelly shifted and looked at the front of the man’s car. “I think your car will be fine.” Her face tightened when she looked at her own. “Mine, not so much. I don’t know how much that will cost.” Kelly held up the phone in her hand. “I can Google body shops.”

Tough leaned out toward the street and looked up at the admittedly battered homemade sign above his door. “Tough Bodywork.” He’d deliberately not put an apostrophe “s” on the end of his name. Enough people had ribbed him about the idiotic names his father had given him and his brothers before his dad split for good. He’d decided he might as well make a play on it himself when he named his shop.

The name wasn’t the only thing he’d been made fun of for over the years. He’d learned a long time ago it was better to twist life to suit him than to wait for others to twist it to hurt him.

He straightened and looked back out on the street, at the cars that were less than ten feet from him. At the people who were not much farther away. How was he always invisible to flesh-and-blood humans? Why was it always so hard for him to get past the debilitating unease around strangers, especially women? Double that for Kelly.

If only he’d gotten even an ounce of his brother Turbo’s ability to lead with a joke.

Tough cleared his throat.

The man shifted nervously. Kelly’s fingers flew over her phone. The bright red nail polish glinted and flashed. The earrings dangling at her lobes clinked. The woman was never still and seldom quiet.

A tight little ball formed in the back of Tough’s throat. He swallowed it away. It didn’t bother him at all that most people didn’t notice him. He actually preferred it that way. It did bother him some that Kelly seemed to be the same as most people, at least in that area.

“Oh, it says that there’s one real close to here.” Kelly’s brows furrowed as she looked up, around, and behind her at the building across the street.

Tough crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall. Not there, Kelly.

She looked back down at her phone and tilted her head, as though trying to figure out which way to read the map.

So he stood watching as Kelly made a slow turn, her white and blue dress puffing out in the breeze, looking up and down the dilapidated buildings at the end of the street.

Tough’s heart pumped harder, faster as her gaze moved closer. She saw the sign first. She glanced at her phone then back to the sign. A smile tugged up the ends of her lips. His heart stumbled. Her gaze swept down the building. Her eyes widened as they landed on him.

His eye twitched, and the muscle in his jaw bunched. He didn’t even try to swallow the lump in his throat. From past experience, he knew he’d never be able to speak around it anyway. He had always been tongue-tied with strangers, and women in particular. He came out of the womb that way. Unfortunately.

He could talk cars, so he’d never had a problem in his shop, until a customer started talking about the weather or the ball game or, God forbid, something more personal.

Sparkling white teeth flashed in Kelly’s perfectly tanned face. Her dress swooshed around her legs as she hurried toward him, her hazel eyes bright and clear, polite enquiry on her face.

“Excuse me, sir. Could you tell me if the auto body shop behind you is open?”

“Yeah.” Tough managed to get one word past the logjam in his throat.

Kelly paused, as though waiting for him to say more. When he didn’t, her pink lips pursed, then she smiled even brighter.

“So, is it, or isn’t it?” She spoke slower, the way many people did when they talked to him.

His chest burned a little.

“Yeah,” he said again. That word and “no” were the two words he knew he could almost always get past his closed-up throat. They were sufficient in most situations.

“Okay, great. Then I’ll just head inside and talk to the owner.” She started to brush past him.

He forced his mouth open. “That’s me.”

She stopped so fast her sandals almost left skid marks on the sidewalk. Spinning around, her dress billowed out, brushing his jeans, reminding him of his airbrush with its light touch and attention to detail. Only it made his leg hot, like a welding burn. Her perfume flirted with his nose. He breathed deep to catch its full-bodied flavor. It was the smell of money with sunshine and glitter. Her hair shimmered like wet paint in the sun.

Her eyes met his, but he couldn’t stand the intimacy, and his gaze skidded over her shoulder to the peeling metal behind her.

“I’m sorry, Mr.—” She looked down at her phone. “—Baxter.” Her head snapped up. “Hey, you’re Torque’s brother.”

Tough jerked his head up in agreement. Yep. He was Torque’s brother.

“I didn’t know your shop was here.”

“It is.” He cursed his stupid tongue that knotted every time he tried to use it.

“Well, that’s just great.” She held her hand out. “I’m Kelly.”

He knew her.

“My best friend, Cassidy, is marrying your brother.”

Knew that too.

He held his dirty hands up to show her he wasn’t being rude by not shaking her outstretched hand.

She grabbed his hand as he raised it and pumped it anyway. “I’ve heard so much about you,” she said, her smile bigger and brighter up close. “I think we’ve been that close,” she held up two fingers about an inch apart, “to meeting several times over the last six months since Torque got out of prison…” Her voice trailed off like she was afraid she’d offended him by mentioning his brother’s prison record.

She needn’t worry. His brother was a fine man, and Tough was not ashamed.

Kelly’s fingers felt slender and cool as they disappeared in his rough grasp. His throat tightened even more. He looked away so she wouldn’t see the tic of his eye.

“Well, um, would you have time, and would you be able to give me an estimate on fixing my car?” She gave a little laugh. “And check Mr. Hormell’s car, too?”

Tough jerked his head up. “No.”