(Slade’s POV)
I decided two things before my first cup of coffee was finished.
One, I was done pretending that kiss didn’t mean anything.
Two, Aspen Hart was never driving that car again.
The second decision was already in motion.
Steam curled off my mug as I stood on the back patio, watching a tow truck back into position. The driver hopped out, clipboard in hand, nodding at me like we were partners in crime.
“Morning,” he said. “This the ‘death trap’?”
I took a slow sip. “That’s the one.”
He grinned. “You sure you don’t want to keep it? Looks… vintage.”
“It’s a miracle,” I corrected. “A mechanical miracle that hasn’t killed anyone yet.”
He laughed and went back to his truck.
I leaned against the railing, calm, composed, very much aware that this was going to end in yelling. I
