Turn to Me by Becky Wade

Author:Becky Wade
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary Romance;Christian fiction;Novels;FIC042040;FIC027020;FIC027270
Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
Published: 2022-03-25T00:00:00+00:00

How come you’re so uptight, anyway?” Blair asked Luke the following night.

Why? Why couldn’t she let him work on her car alone?

He’d spent a lot of time here in the barn lately. He loved working on this car. But not even the Firebird had the power to distract him from Finley. He couldn’t stand spending hours a day just inches away from her, smelling her light citrus perfume. Wanting to touch her. Then coming here in search of a few hours of peace and finding none.

Regrets, condemnation, anger over what had gone sideways between him and Finley on Valentine’s Day . . . he’d wrestled with all of it.

And now, on top of that, he was having to deal with his sister.

Blair sat on the garage’s counter, swinging her combat boots. A knit cap covered her head. She wore ripped jeans and a huge black T-shirt that said Smashing the Patriarchy Is My Cardio.

“I’m not uptight.” He was leaning over the engine, working on the carburetor. “Hand me the needle-nose pliers.”

She hopped down and brought him the pliers. “You’re actually very uptight, which seems weird in a guy who’s gone to jail.”

“Only law-abiding citizens are allowed to be uptight?”

“Are you admitting that you are uptight?”

She was painfully frustrating. “I’m admitting that I’m uptight enough to want solitude in this barn.”

“If only, bro.” She peered at the engine critically. “Are you going to work on the crankshaft?”

“I am definitely not going to work on the crankshaft just because a fifteen-year-old—”

“—sister of yours—”

“—tells me to. Back away from the car.”

“It’s my car.”

“If you want it to run, back away from it.”

She retreated, palms lifted.

He liked her twenty percent more when she stood on the other side of the room and thirty percent more than that when she wasn’t speaking.

“Fair warning,” Blair murmured. “I can see through the windows that Mom, Dad, and Hailey just parked outside. They’re about to come in here and ambush you.”

Luke’s shoulders sagged as he emptied his lungs in a slow stream.

“Son?” His dad’s voice.

Luke turned.

Bruce Dempsey, now in his late fifties, was bald on top with gray hair shaved close on the sides and back of his head. Measured, thoughtful, and full of integrity, his job as an insurance agent suited him well. He was a Midwesterner who earnestly loved his wife and who somehow came out of every grocery store with more condiments than the family could consume.

His mom held the homemade coffee cake that had been Luke’s favorite when he was a kid. Thick blond hair framed a face that was long and narrow, pretty and approachable. She showed genuine interest in every person she met. She wasn’t competitive and typically lost when their family played games. So when they’d installed a pool table in the basement, the rest of them had been shocked when she’d easily beaten them all.

His parents had hardly changed in years.

The girl standing next to them had changed.

Luke’s pulse thumped in his ears at the sight of her.

It was as if he were seeing a ghost.

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