Chapter 12

Nicola Taylor

“Alright, your car is fixed. No need to take it to a mechanic.” I sigh in relief as soon as I hear Cole’s words, knowing the car repairman would have charged me a lot.

I turn around to see Cole entering my house all sweaty and greasy, making my cheeks heat up as my gaze betrays me as it traces the grease stains on his arms and chest, then moves up to his handsome, rugged face.

“Do you want to take a shower? I have some spare clothes that might fit you,” I offer, trying to keep my eyes from lingering on Cole’s white tank undershirt that reveals his sculpted biceps and chiseled back.

God, kill me now.

“I’m not wearing your ex’s clothes, Nicola,” he grumbles, clearly unhappy. “Why do you even have them?” He asks, pulling out his phone and texting someone.

“Really? You’re asking me that question?” I snort, feeling the hypocrisy in his statement.

“He cheated on you and left. I think my situation is a tad bit different,” he says sarcastically, and I instantly regret bringing