Ange left Tyler with Mack and got to work before his boss could start to b***h. A little over an hour later, he was leaning beneath the open hood of a cherry red Porsche, changing the fan belt, when someone snuck up behind him and tapped the back of his knee to make it buckle. Such a playful gesture, something Stacy would’ve done. Ange knew it had to be Tyler. Without extracting himself under the hood, he asked, “So did you get the job?”
Tyler stepped around the front of the car, a broad grin on his pale face that lit up his black eyes. “I start today. Now actually. I already clocked in.” Sitting down on the front bumper, Tyler peered into the dark maw of the car. “What are you doing?”
“Working. Unlike some people.” When Tyler shifted on the bumper to get a better look, Ange sighed. “Do
