Page 69 of Stuck with my Mechanic Daddies

He grinned. “Relax. She's in the back somewhere. But lucky you, now you get the grand tour.”

Before I could protest, he stepped aside, waving me in.

I hesitated for only a second before moving past him, and as soon as I did, my jaw nearly dropped.

The house wasmassive.

From the outside, Lila’s place looked like your standard, charming Medford home, but inside? It was all high ceilings, polished wood floors, and big, airy windows that let in the late afternoon light.

The whole space had a warm, lived-in feel, but with just enough elegance to make me think this house had a history.

Jaxon shut the door behind me, his voice full of teasing amusement. “What's the verdict?”

I shook my head, still taking it all in. “I thought I was just coming to see Lila, not stepping into some grand estate.”

He laughed, leading me through the hallway. “Yeah, we bought this place for Lila, because you know our girl deserves it.”

So sweet. His kindness actually made my heart hurt.

The men in Medford weredefinitelydifferent from the commitment-phobe ghosters in the city.

I smirked. “You're all good to her.”

He led me through a sprawling living room, past an old brick fireplace that took up nearly an entire wall.

I spotted a well-worn leather couch, stacks of books piled high on a coffee table, and a guitar propped in the corner.

“Here’s the living room,” he said, gesturing around. “Where Lila forces me to watch her favorite rom-coms and pretend I don’t like them.”

I raised a brow. “Oh, so youdolike them.”

Jaxon put a hand over his heart. “That's slander, Aurora.”

I laughed as we continued through the house, Jaxon pointing out random things with dramatic flair.

“The kitchen, where Lila burns toast.”

“The library, where I pretend to be sophisticated.”

“The dining room, where absolutely no one dines.”

I couldn’t stop smiling.

Jaxon was effortless, easygoing, and funny in a way that made me feel lighter, less tangled up in my own thoughts.

I could see why Lila had fallen for him. For all of them, actually.

By the time we reached a hallway at the back of the house, I was almost sad the tour was over.

Jaxon stopped in front of a partially open door, then turned to me, lowering his voice like he was sharing a deep secret.

“This,” he whispered, “is where the magic happens.”

I blinked. “What…”

Before I could finish, he pushed the door open.

And there was Lila, standing in front of a massive vanity mirror, curling her hair. A satisfied smile stretched across her lips when she saw me.

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