“Lev…” The seriousness in Loch’s tone had him meeting his brother’s eyes. “She’s underage.”
Fireworks were going off in his mind like a bomb.
“Shit.”
“About sums it up, yeah.” Loch was clearly taken with the girl. Wanting to know her but unable to act on it.
“What are you gonna do?” He would support his youngest sibling in anything he chose.
“What I want to do versus what I will do are two different things right now, Lev. I can’t do anything. I want to steal her away and never let her go.”
Wow!
“How do you even know her?”
“Her parents bring in their vehicle for maintenance. I actually think someone’s been sabotaging it.” A smirk played on his lips.
“You think it’s her?”
“I dunno. She’s always trying to get my attention, so maybe? It’s not like I see her anywhere else in town.”
“You’ve never spoken to her at all?” He had to have? Right?
“Not once. I recognized, immediately, that she was underage. I won’t risk that. No matter how much I want to get to know her,” Loch explained, and he understood the man’s hesitance. Her parents were fucking Mormons. They wouldn’t hesitate to call foul on anything Loch did, especially coming from the congregation they did.
“What else do you know about her?”
“Nothing.” His voice was quiet.
“What’s her name?” Loch had to know that much. He levelled Levi with a look that clearly said, What part of nothing did you not get?
“Okay, okay. Christ.”
“I don’t know what the fuck to do. She’s all I think about, and I don’t even know her fucking name!”
“Calm down, jackass. Next time she’s there, come get me. I’ll meet her and find out what I can,” Levi suggested.
Loch’s snort of derision wasn’t encouraging. “Her mother barely lets her out of her sight, let alone talk to a man.”
That could be a problem. “Let me worry about that. We do have another brother and a pretty sweet sister-in-law if you haven’t forgotten.” He wiggled his eyebrows, a plan forming already.
Soph was never far from the shop when she wasn’t working there. Taking online courses, she almost always wanted to be near Nox in case she got stuck on something. The woman was smart as a whip, yet her mother beat it into her that she was dumb as a rock. He would never understand women.
Chapter Two
It’s not what we have in life but who we have in our life that matters.
“Hayes!” Her mother yelling her name made her feel six years old again and getting in trouble for playing in her makeup.
“Mom?” she questioned, walking into the kitchen where her mother was currently butchering a chicken.
“Cut this damn thing!” Lord love her mom, but the woman was not a cook. Everything Hayes had learned in the kitchen was due to her father and his need to not contract salmonella poisoning.
“It’s a chicken, Mom. You can’t cut it the wrong way,” she told her, laughing as she took hold of the knife.
“All the meat is being ripped off ‘cause I have these string bean arms,” she explained, slapping at the aforementioned arms.
“Whatever you say.” It was hard not to fall on the floor in a fit of giggles at the woman.