A Taste of Sugar by Marina Adair

Author:Marina Adair [Adair, Marina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Women's Fiction, Contemporary Women, Romance, Contemporary, Romantic Comedy, Contemporary Fiction
Amazon: B00QQQL7EK
Publisher: Forever
Published: 2015-08-25T00:00:00+00:00

Two hours and eleven minutes later, Jace leaned over the hood, staring down at the Stingray’s engine, taking in the blessedly quiet garage. Each girl had successfully balanced a tire, checked the oil, and, as a team, taken off the valve covers on the Stingray and jump-started one of Spencer’s cars. Although they were more concerned with who got to pick the radio station than the actual placement of the cables, they all left with a better understanding of car safety—and with enough grease under their nails that Jace didn’t think they’d be back anytime soon.

Everyone came out a winner.

“Want to hand me the gasket?” Jace asked, figuring that at least she could pitch in after bamboozling him.

“What does it look like?” Payton asked.

“It’s a black rubber rectangle with four circles cut out.” Payton looked at a complete loss. “It’s sitting next to the torque wrench.” Hell, if she didn’t know what a gasket looked like, then… “It’s the—”

“Big silver thingy sitting next to the big black thingy?” She held up the gasket and the torque wrench, then cracked a smile. “I might have said I came to be a car babe, but I was paying attention.”

Jace smiled back. “So being a car babe isn’t in your future?”

“Nah.” Thank God. “I want to get my license. Bad. And that means proving to Daddy that I can change a flat and check my oil. Plus, Mason isn’t into car babes. He says he’s into me.”

“Mason sounds like a smart guy,” Jace said, loving how her cheeks went pink.

“He’s the best.” She beamed, and the next thing he knew Payton was sitting next to him on a rusty old stool she’d pulled over from the workbench.

That was all it took: Jace showing up and sticking around long enough, and suddenly his niece was looking at him like he was the best.

“He has this old truck he bought off Mr. Gregory, and it is always breaking down. So on the weekends he comes over and works on the car at Grandma’s. We can’t really date until I am sixteen because, well, you know Daddy.” She rolled her eyes, and even though Jace agreed with her daddy wholeheartedly, he rolled his eyes with her. Which made her laugh.

And made him feel like a fucking superhero.

“Anyway, I sit on the porch steps while Mase works, and we talk about everything.” Apparently, everything was a ten syllables word in Payton’s world. “But it would be cool if I could actually help him. You know?”

Oh, Jace knew. Knew how much two people could share while working on cars. With his dad, it was more about the journey than finishing the project. Sure, the conversation was great, but it was the unspoken moments that shaped Jace’s life.

Like Jace, his dad wasn’t a big talker. He said what needed to be said and didn’t mince words. Yet every person in his world knew that they were loved.

“Your grandpa and I used to work on engines all the time,” Jace said, and realized that this was the first time he’d talked to anyone about his dad in ages.

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