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thoughts and draw him into a conversation. He has a deep voice, and I haven’t heard near enough of it. Every time he speaks it sends a shiver down my spine, and I want more.
    He takes a swallow of his beer and sets it down. “It was fine. You have a nice little town here. I like how everyone seems so close-knit. Chris and I grew up in a small town as well, but everyone was so spread out you didn’t get the vibe that everyone’s family like you do here.”
    “Yeah, we’re all close here and look out for each other. You fuck with one of us, you fuck with us all. You’ll become a part of that if you decide to stay.”
    Fuck! Please let him stay. I’m not sure what I’ll do if he chooses not to. I haven’t completely ruled out kidnapping. Drastic? A big fucking yes. But I don’t give a shit. No way am I letting him get away. Not now that he’s here and I’ve met him.
    “We’ll see,” he murmurs, twisting the beer bottle in front of him. I can tell by his tone and the way his eyebrows are drawn down he has something on his mind. And whatever it is, it isn’t good. I wonder what it is.
    In an attempt to wipe the look from his face and to get to know him better, I ask, “So, what did you do back home? I assume you’ll be looking for work soon.”
    He lightly shakes his head, bringing himself back from wherever he was. “Cars. Rebuilding and repairs. Some custom work. I’m damn good at it. Jaxon took me out to Joe’s today. I start there tomorrow.”
    “Good. Joe is good people. He’ll treat you right. And he needs help. He’s the only mechanic around and he’s getting too old to bring in more work. Some locals have to go to town for their repairs because he’s not able to take on as much as he used to.”
    He nods in understanding. The old geezer is in his seventies and it’s about time he realizes he can’t keep up as much as he used to.
    “So, why did you decide to come to Jaded Hollow?” I ask him. Of course, I know part of the story. Again, from Chris. His dickhead parents haven’t made it easy on him. It pisses me off every time I think about the shit Chris has told me about them.
    He avoids my eyes when he answers. “Our parents were giving me a lot of shit, so I thought it was time for me to get away and come visit Chris. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen her.”
    There’s more to the story than what he’s saying. I can tell by the stiffness in his shoulders and the way his eyes turn hard. It takes a lot of self-control, but I decide not to delve further into it. I’ll give him time to get used to me and see if he comes to me on his own.
    We lapse into silence for a few minutes, Jase looking back down at his beer, me watching him. It’s so damn hard to take my eyes off him, so I decide not to. My eyes roam all over the parts I can see over the bar. Several loose strands of his hair have fallen out of his hair tie, and they tempt me to reach over and rub them between my fingers. I force my hands to stay on the bar. The white of his t-shirt is a stark contrast to the dark tan he sports, and brings out the vibrant color of his stunning tattoos. The muscles bulging on his arms bring mental images of him bracing against a wall as I stand behind him, guiding myself into his tight ass. The sight almost has me jumping over the bar to get to him.
    Jesus Christ! I’ve got to stop this shit. It’s pure torture.
    I’m forced to walk away from him for a few minutes when several customers come up with orders. Part of me is grateful for the distraction, but another part of me wants to kick every asshole out of here so Jase and I can be alone.
    I walk back over when I see Chris and Bailey step up next to Jase, both giggling at God knows what. Chris drops down onto a stool and slides her beer bottle toward me, asking for another one. I grab one for her, pop the top, and hand it over. She raises her eyebrows in question and looks to Jase before looking back at me. I know what she’s asking. She wants