Revved to the Maxx (Reynold's Restorations, #1)

by Melanie Moreland

“Two years ago. My mother died in January, and he followed about six months later. He couldn’t bear to live without her.” “That’s beautiful. Two souls so tightly connected they need each other to survive.” She paused. “I’m sorry you lost them.”

“You plan on treating me like the kid you think you hired? Fine. But I expect you to be polite, courteous, and fair. I don’t expect to be punished because I have breasts instead of a dick. I’ll do my work, and I will show you the respect you deserve as my boss as long as you show me the respect I deserve as an employee and a human being.” She drew in a much-needed breath. “You understand me, Maxx?”

“You made pie?” “Yes, Captain Obvious, I made pie.”

“It suits you. You’re so sexy, you need two x’s—like a warning label.”

My dad used to hug my mom close if she was upset or having a difficult day. “Come along, sweetheart. I got you,” he would croon as he rocked her. “Let the day go. Just let it go.”

But it was what happened after sex with her that confounded me the most. It was I who took her to my bed every night. She loved—needed—to be held. And I liked holding her—far more than I should. The feel of her molded to my chest, her hair spilling down her back over my hands was becoming addictive. I found the tighter I held her, the more she melted into me. It was hard to figure out where I stopped and she started at times.

didn’t like it. Don’t do it again.” I wondered as I went through the motions of making coffee if, perhaps, he was a little more mine than I realized.

Maybe he was a little more mine than he planned.

I pressed a kiss to her head. “You brought the sun back into my life, Red.”

She was brilliant. I never wanted to be without her. In the garage or in my personal life. And still, I couldn’t tell her.

“Come along, sweetheart. I got you,” he crooned and rocked me. “Let the day go. Just let it go.”