Page 45 of Stuck with my Mechanic Daddies

“After bowling night, I walked her home. We talked, and…” He hesitated, then sighed. “One thing led to another.”

I blinked. My brain stalled for a solid five seconds before catching up.

“You slept with her?”

He didn’t answer, but the way he looked at the floor told me everything I needed to know.

A slow, hot wave of something I didn’t want to name crawled up my spine.

Before I could even react, Ethan let out a sharp breath. “Unbelievable.”

I turned to him, and my stomach twisted at the way his jaw clenched, his fists tight at his sides. He looked furious.

“Oh, don’t even start,” I said. “What's your problem?”

Ethan’s glare could’ve cracked concrete. “Because I was with her two nights ago.”

Silence.

Owen stiffened beside me.

I felt like someone had just knocked the air out of my lungs.

Ethan exhaled sharply. “After the Fall Festival, I walked her home. And yeah. Same thing. One thing led to another, I guess.”

His voice was tight, controlled, but there was no mistaking the edge beneath it.

My pulse pounded in my ears.

I let out a sharp breath, dragging a hand down my face. “Well, that's really interesting, Ethan.”

His eyes snapped to mine, sharp as a blade. “Yeah? And why’s that?”

I huffed out a humorless laugh and shook my head. “Because I was with her first. Not just before you, but before either of you even thought about making a move.”

Owen’s head jerked up, his brows pulling together. “What?”

Ethan’s grip tightened around his water bottle like he was imagining crushing it. “What the hell are you talking about?”

I crossed my arms, my stomach twisting with something I didn’t want to name.

“Not long after she came to Medford, I ran into her and took her to Lucky’s. We had drinks, talked, and, well…” I shrugged. “As you said, one thing led to another.”

Owen muttered a curse under his breath.

Ethan’s expression darkened. “And you never thought to mention that?”

I snorted. “I don’t exactly tell you about everyone I sleep with.”

Silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating.

I could handle casual. That's who I was. Hell, I’d built my whole damn reputation on it.

But this? This wasn’t casual.

Because, for once, I actually liked her.

Not just for the night. Not just for the chase.

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