ELOISE
The heavy wrought-iron gates of the Weller estate clicked shut behind the slick black SUV that had dropped me off from my shift. Chad sat in the front passenger seat, his long legs cramped against the dashboard, while Jake casually tapped his fingers against the steering wheel to the rhythm of a low hip-hop beat playing through the speakers.
"I'm telling you, El, the look on the guy’s face in the shop was priceless," Jake chuckled, glancing at me through the rearview mirror with a wide, teasing grin. "Mike looked ready to commit a felony over a five-second hug. Classic."
"He didn't look that bad," I murmured, a soft flush rising to my cheeks as I adjusted my tote bag against my lap.
"Oh, he did," Chad chimed in, turning around in his seat with a smirk. "If we hadn't been pa
