“He meant someone in lube.” Ange tugged at the old fan belt but couldn’t seem to get the damn thing loose. “Everyone starts with an oil change. Easiest job in the shop.”
But Tyler leaned under the hood, his head inches from Ange’s own. In the intimate space between them, he murmured, “I thought I’d get with you.”
The fan belt suddenly snapped and Ange stumbled, hitting the back of his head on the open hood. “f**k!” he growled. “Tyler—”
“I didn’t do anything!”
“Just…” Ange shook his head as he massaged his stinging scalp. It wasn’t Tyler’s fault the kid made him so damn jumpy, was it? Those stormy eyes, that quick mouth, skin so light it was almost translucent. That body too, the memory of its nakedness burned into Ange’s mind like a brand. That petulant voice, the way he laughed, the w
