CHAPTER TEN

WES

Once I'm back at Dusty's, I throw myself into fixing up the vehicle I'd been working on before abandoning it like my heels were on fire, itching to ‘rescue' Grace.

Because I'd been excited to see her again. Too excited.

Which is why when her friend left us alone, I couldn't resist touching her. Tasting her sweet mouth again, teasing the shyness from her.

It took all my willpower to pull back, but once I did, the marks I left behind were obvious. The oil streaks on my hands had rubbed off onto her soft skin, revealing the reality of our differences.

She's clean, sweet, and I'm fucking dirty. Trailer trash , if you believed Kayla and her gang of bitches.

I don't deserve to touch Grace.

She doesn't belong in my world, and I can't forget that again.

Or else end up like my dad .

Alone because he dared to care for a woman out of his league.

"Fuck!" The clang of my wrench echoes off the concrete walls of the garage. This is why I don't do relationships. Women tie you in knots. Leave you dreaming of impossible things.

And if you give into those dreams?

There's every possibility that she'll realize her mistake and leave you in the dust the moment you finally have everything you've ever wanted.