Things We Never Got Over (Knockemout, #1)

by Lucy Score

“Guess I’ll just get right to it,” Nash said. “I didn’t find your car yet. But I did find something interesting when I ran the plates. It was reported stolen.” “No, shit, Sherlock. Naomi did that this morning,” I reminded him. Nash ignored me and continued. “It was reported stolen yesterday by one Warner Dennison III of Long Island, New York.” Naomi looked like she wanted the earth to swallow her up. “You stole a car?” Waylay asked her aunt, looking impressed. I had to admit that I hadn’t seen that one coming either. “It’s my car, but my ex-fiancé bought it. His name was on the title with mine.” She looked like the kind of woman a man would buy cars for, I decided. “Don’t you mean ex-husband?” Waylay piped up. “Ex-fiancé,” Naomi corrected. “We’re no longer together. And we didn’t get married.” “‘Cause she left him at the altar,” the girl added knowledgeably. “Yesterday.” “Waylay, I told you that in confidence,” Naomi hissed. Her cheeks turned a bright shade of scarlet. “You’re the one being interrogated for grand theft auto.” “No one is being interrogated,” Nash insisted. “I’ll talk to the office in charge and clear up any misunderstanding.” “Thank you,” Naomi said. Her eyes were filling with what looked suspiciously like tears. Fuck. “I don’t know about you all, but I could sure use a drink. Let’s head up to the big house and solve this over alcohol,” I suggested. I didn’t imagine the flicker of relief that flashed over her pretty face.