Chapter 11 (Trent's POV)

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Kacey and I have spent almost every evening together for the last two weeks. She invades my every thought. Mom keeps poking fun at me saying I act like a lovesick teenager. I can't help it; I was so wrong about her. She is so easy to get along with, I wish I could go back and smack my past self on the head.

We like the same music and movies, although she was not happy finding out I've never seen Harry Potter. Apparently, those are some of her favorite movies and she has made it her mission to watch all eight with me.

I was in the middle of changing the air filters on moms' car when I felt arms wrap around my torso. I immediately know who it was because my sweet girls' body is the only one that makes mine hum with electricity. She whispers in my ear "hey Baby."

I stand to my full height, towering over her. With her still hugging me I turn to face her. "Hey Sweets, what are you doing here?" I give her a quick kiss, then she releases me. I bind back down closing the glove compartment with the new filter inside. My attention turning to her smiling face again.

"I'm done for the day. I thought I'd come see my favorite mechanic." I wrap my arms around her pulling her back in my embrace.

"That's nice of you. Can said mechanic have another kiss?" She pushed herself out of my hold scrunching up her face.

"I don't think Rose would like me kissing her husband."

I drop my jaw with a gasp, as she covers hers trying to contain her laughter. "Is that right?" For every step I take forward she takes one back. Trying to get some distance between us.  "Your face was priceless."

That's it she is going to get it. "You won't be laughing when I get my hands on you." Her laugh dies instantly when she sees the serious look on my face. I stretched my arm out, just the tips of my fingers brush her wrist as she takes off in a dead sprint to the front lobby door. I'm hot on her trail eating up the distance with my long legs. I hear her frantically asking mom to hide her has I open the door with more force then necessary. Scarring her and mom, she hides behind my mom little does she know I have a plan.

"Come on Sweetness don't be shy tell my mom what we were talking about." Peeping her head out from moms' side.

"You wouldn't."

She is to ease to work up and I love it. An evil grin breaks on my face, knowing I won this one. I send her a wink before looking into my mom's eyes. "So, my sweet little Kacey said she was just stopping by to-" my sentence abruptly ended by Kacey covering my mouth with her hands. I lick her hands causing her to shrike and ram her hip into mine knocking me off balance.

"What he is trying to say is. I'm free the rest of the day, so I wanted to see how everyone was doing."

Regaining my balance, I step behind her resting my chin on her shoulder and snake my arms around her slim waist. She relaxes into me letting enjoy the feel of her softness. I catch moms loving gaze on us as her and Kacey speak.

"Bub, we are done for the day. Do you think you can lock up? Your dad had that doctor's appointment today I want to get home to him." Kacey perks up stepping away from me. Why does she keep doing that? Doesn't she realize I need to touch her.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" She rounds the desk embracing my mom in a hug. "No Honey, thank you though. You two enjoy your evening." Kacey gives her a half smile and says okay.

I'm lowering the last garage bay door while Kacey is watching me. When she asks "Baby, what did you have plan for this evening?"

"Nothing really. Why do you ask?"

"I want to make your parents dinner."

"That's very nice of you Sweets but you don't have to." I move on to putting up the rest of my tools. When in the corner of my eye, I see she is already moving side to side.  "I know. It's just your mom looked so tired, and I want to treat her to a home cooked meal, she didn't have to prepare." Making my way to her; I rest my hand on her hips hoping to settle her nerves. When she finally relaxes, I press a lingering kiss on her forehead.

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