“I don’t know what you mean,” I said, smoothing out the dress again.

“Uh-huh, sure you don’t. Just don’t break the man’s heart too bad, please.”

I smiled. “I couldn’t even if I tried.”

“Right. Like his heart isn’t going to break the moment he sees you in that. Good luck.”

I headed around the back of the garage, my car coming into view with Kye bent over the hood. New tires had already been installed, but he seemed lost to working on something else on it.

“Hey, Kye,” I said, coming up behind him.

“Hey, Daze,” he said, still leaning over the engine.

When he turned, I met his eyes, watching as he looked me over.

Like his legs couldn’t hold him up any longer, he fell back against the car.

I could see him swallow hard, his eyes going over me again and again.

“What are you doing in that dress?”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“Nothing. I’m only surprised there is no stain on the front.”

He remembered.

He seemed to remember everything, but I was surprised by this one. I didn’t realize he ever looked that much at what I was wearing.

“It came out luckily. I didn’t think you would recognize it.”

“I would never forget it.”

He reached out the moment I stepped closer, running the hem of the dress through his fingers.

“Why are you wearing this?”

“I wanted to see if you’d remember.”

“But why?”

“I don’t know.”

His hand ran down my hip and back up. His mouth dropped open, and his eyes went heavy. “I think I know exactly why, and you already know it’s wrong.”

“I really don’t know what you are talking about,” I breathed as his thumb started moving in mind-numbing circles on my hip.

He leaned down, his hand pressing harder into me. “You are not wearing anything underneath this, and I know what that means.”

“That I forgot to do laundry?”

“Mhm, little miss innocent again?”

“Always.”

He pulled away, stepping back against my car and sitting on the front of it again. “Always trying to make me lose my mind. The part I find interesting is you did this with the intention that I would find out you aren’t wearing any underwear under that dress. You already knew I wouldn’t be able to not touch you, and you used that against me.”

“Maybe, but it’s not like I had a problem with it. Are you sure I’m wearing nothing under this? You should probably check again,” I said, grinning as he scowled.

“Daisy. You are trouble. You think I’m bad? You’re trying to seduce me, and it’s about to work.”

I didn’t answer, watching as he picked up another tool and turned away from me.

Was I seducing him? I knew Kye wouldn’t do anything with me while Mark was still around, but I also didn’t know what Kye wanted. If he just wanted to sleep together and move on. Or if there were any deeper feelings still there. It had to be hard to only want to sleep with one person, and I guess I couldn’t blame him if he was looking to sleep together before he left.

I leaned against the car next to him, watching him focus on the engine without even a glance in my direction.

“What are you doing to my car?”

“Fixing it.”

“I thought everything was fine besides the tires. I just brought it to the shop the other week.”

“Well, don’t bring it to any shop but this one ever again,” he said, the words scolding me. “They didn’t even fill the oil, and there’s no point trusting anyone else when you have a garage full of people that will take better care of your car than anyone else.”

“And what if I do bring it somewhere else?”

He looked over at me, his blue eyes narrowing. “Instead of taunting me, can you hand me that wrench?”

I looked at the pile of wrenches he was pointing to. “Which one?”

“The half-inch.”

“There are three of them that say half-inch, so again, which one?”

He huffed, leaning over and grabbing one of them. “If you take this car anywhere else again, I’ll be forcing you to learn how to fix your own car, and you will not love the crash course I give you.”

“I probably would.”

It seemed to make him snap enough. He grabbed my waist, setting me on the car with a growl.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Daze? It’s not to worry about your car, and I doubt you’re here to tell me you broke up with Mark and want me right now, so why?”

“I do want you right now.”

“Then tell me you actually broke up with Mark, and I’ll run to your bed like a good little mutt.”

“A mutt?”