Page 142 of Stuck with my Mechanic Daddies

He kissed me like he meant it, in a far more romantic way than usual.

I kinda felt like this was…Was it?

Could I say the L word? Was that wild?

I rose onto my toes, my fingers fisting in his T-shirt as he deepened the kiss, his other hand finding my waist, pulling me flush against him.

My heart was a riot in my chest, my pulse hammering in my ears, but I didn’t care.

I didn’t think. I just felt.

When he finally pulled back, I was breathless. My lips tingled, my body humming with something I wasn’t ready to let go of just yet.

Mason exhaled, his forehead resting against mine for a moment before he grinned.

“Damn,” he murmured, his voice rough.

I huffed out a laugh. “Yeah. Damn.”

He let his fingers trail down my arm before taking my hand, lacing our fingers together like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Come on,” he said.

I blinked, still trying to recover. “Come on where?”

His grin turned mischievous. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

That snapped me out of my haze. I narrowed my eyes. “A surprise?”

Mason tugged me toward the door. “You're just gonna have to trust me, babe.”

The morning air was crisp as Mason led me through town, our hands still joined.

I didn’t ask where we were going. I knew he wouldn’t tell me.

He had that look in his eye, the one that meant he was up to something, and I couldn’t help but feel a little thrill at whatever he had planned.

We passed the familiar sights of Medford, but soon the streets thinned, giving way to open roads and towering pines.

The outskirts of town.

My brow furrowed, but Mason’s grip on my hand tightened as if to reassure me.

Then I saw it. A house.

Not just any house—an incredible house.

It was a sprawling, beautifully restored Craftsman-style home, set back from the road with a wide wraparound porch and tall windows that reflected the early morning light.

The kind of house that feltalive, full of stories just waiting to be written.

And standing in front of it, leaning against Mason’s truck, were Ethan and Owen.

I came to a dead stop.

Mason chuckled, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Come on. This is your surprise.”

I turned to him, my heart hammering. “Mason, what is this?”

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