The sun hung low, turning the sky orange and gold, shadows stretching long across the driveway. Marcus had the garage door rolled up, truck hood propped open, engine ticking as it cooled. He worked shirtless—sweat gleamed on his broad back, muscles shifting under tanned skin every time he twisted a wrench or reached deep into the compartment. Jeans hung low on his hips, streaked with grease, the waistband dark with perspiration. He didn’t notice the breeze picking up, didn’t hear the screen door creak until she was already there.
Angel stepped out barefoot, holding a tall glass of iced tea. She wore a short white sundress—thin cotton that fluttered against her thighs with every step. No bra. No panties. The fabric clung lightly where her skin was already damp from the heat. Wind caught th
