“We’re working here.” The second guy said it with a rumble. “Piss off.”
I sat up straight.
Macy swore and rushed around the bar. “Crap. Joey!” she yelled as she sprinted for the double doors.
I moved to follow, but went back for two more swallows to finish my coffee. I couldn’t help the secondary groan when I heard the first male voice again.
“What did you say?”
I knew that pissy voice. I scrambled off the stool and followed Macy out the door.
Dare stood beside the truck. His huge shoulders seemed even more massive in the white tank top he was wearing. A grease smear slashed across his chest and shoulder, and the snug material emphasized his ridiculously attractive muscles.
Hell, all his parts were ridiculously attractive.
Parts I knew a little too well and yet not at all. We’d barely gotten our clothes all the way off before we were tearing at each other like two horny teens. Because I would have remembered the star-shaped pattern of freckles on the tanned skin between his shoulder and neck.
I probably would have traced it with my tongue.
Pull it together, Kels. Jeez.
Dare had his arms crossed over his chest and his hands fisted under his insanely ripped biceps. He was crowding into the wiry dark-haired man who had been unpacking the truck.
Dare was a good three inches taller than the guy who had to be Joey. Not that the scrappier dude was backing down. Dare let his arms fall to his sides, but it didn’t stop the ripple of muscle. Instead, it seemed to only flex and vibrate more.
Had he always had so many freckles?
Focus.
Oh, but I am.
“Dare,” I said breathlessly.
He shot those wicked blue eyes my way and my breath stalled. He frowned then refocused his attention on the guy. “I asked nicely.” A little muscle fluttered in his jawline as his teeth clenched. “Twice. I need to get the car I’m working on out of the bay and test-drive it.”
“And I told you we would be done soon.”
“Okay, okay.” Macy moved between them. “Joey, just drive around the corner and park in front instead of taking up half the street.”
“We have two more pallets to get off the truck and we’re done.”
I stepped forward. “We’re…friends.” The frustration vibrating between the men zinged along my skin like a current. Or, possibly, it could just be because I was this close to Dare again. I didn’t really want to think about it. I curled my fingers around Dare’s forearm. “You could give him what? Twenty minutes?”
Joey’s mouth thinned. “Fifteen.”
“Even better.” I tugged Dare inside the coffee shop. “You should try one of Macy’s coffees.”
“I don’t like that shit.” His jaw was still set and his brow was creased with a stubborn scowl.
“I guarantee you’ll like hers.”
Macy glanced between us. “Right. Well, I do straight coffee too, Mr…”
“Just Dare.” He said it to Macy, but didn’t stop glowering down at me.
I wasn’t sure if it was wrong that my nipples were tight and pointing at him like a target or if it was just my natural status around Dare. I let him go and stuffed my hands in my pockets. “Just come in for a second.”
“I should get back to the shop.”