Page 47 of Stuck with my Mechanic Daddies

Because the truth was, we’d never been in this position before. It was never an issue.

Until now.

And for some damn reason, all I could think about was Lila.

And the firefighters.

Jaxon, Colt, and Ryan had been just as stubborn, just as possessive when it started. Everyone in town thought it would blow up in their faces, that there was no way three men could make it work with one woman.

But damn if they hadn't proved everyone wrong.

They weren’t just happy—they were rock solid.

They had their own place, a life that fit them, a relationship built on trust and understanding, and the kind of passion that made people jealous as hell.

I’d seen them together at the Fall Festival, the way Jaxon had his arm around her waist while Colt whispered something in her ear, Ryan watching her with that quiet, steady kind of love.

They didn’t fight over her.

They foughtforher.

And now? Now they were the kind of thing people envied. The kind of thing no one saw coming, but that made perfect sense once it happened.

The thought made my stomach twist.

Because the question was no longer what happened with Lila and the firefighters. It was whether something like that could ever happen with Aurora.

With us.

I shoved the gym door open and stepped into the cold air, my pulse still hammering.

I had no idea what came next. But one thing was for sure—nothing between us would ever be the same.

I drove to the shop on autopilot, my brain still trying to make sense of the disaster back at the gym.

I wasn’t even sure why I went there.

Maybe because working on cars was the one thing that usually helped me shut off my damn thoughts. Maybe because I needed something—anything—to get my head straight.

Or maybe I just didn’t want to go home and deal with whatever the hell came next.

I didn’t want to spend too much time thinking about it. But the second I pulled into the lot, I spotted her.

Aurora.

She stood by the front office, arms crossed, shifting her weight like she was itching to be anywhere but here.

Her hair was pulled up in that messy, effortless way that somehow still made her look stunning, and she was chewing on her lip, her expression tense.

She didn’t see me at first, too busy frowning at her phone. But when she looked up and our eyes met, something flickered across her face, something I couldn’t quite place.

She hesitated for half a second before offering a small, uncertain smile. “Hey.”

I forced myself to breathe. Forced my heart to quit acting like a goddamn idiot. “Hey, yourself.”

I hopped out of my truck, shutting the door harder than necessary, and shoved my hands into my pockets as I approached.

“What brings you here?”

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