Stupid Mistake
The first thing I noticed as I walked into the garage was the most perfectly shaped ass bent over the open hood of my car. Letting out a randy wolf whistle, I teased, “Dayum, look at those buns.”
My heart almost burst in my chest when I heard my brother-in-law’s gravelly voice reply, “I always knew you were looking.”
Oh, s**t.
“Sam!” I cried with a nervous laugh. “Oh, jeez, I didn’t—I mean…” I didn’t think it was you, I wanted to say, but how bad would that sound? Still, I hadn’t thought it was him tinkering with my car; when I first entered the garage, I thought the guy leaning under my hood was my lover, Rick. Not my sister’s husband. When did he get an ass like that?
With a roll of his broad, naked shoulders, Sam shrugged my comment off. “No worries,” he told me. Gl
