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  Hyde and

  Seek

  Layla Frost

  © 2015 Layla Frost

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  A giant freakin’ special thanks to:

  Everyone on GR that gave me advice, feedback, and encouragement. You all seemed to know when I needed an extra push. Thank you.

  My girls, Tina, Jessie, and Lindsay. If you were any more supportive, you’d be my Wonderbra. Thank you for always having my back.

  Renee, you helped me take an awesome story and make it a book. Your advice, criticism, and encouragement always meant so much to me because it came from the heart. Thank you for your time, honesty, and perspective. And most of all, thank you for the laughs!

  Jess, lovely sister of mine. As a kid, I used to see you up on the porch roof, your blond hair blowing around in the breeze. You’d sit out there and read, like it was no biggie that you were so high up on a slanted rooftop. You were the epitome of teenage awesomeness and I wanted to be just like you. In those early days, you made reading cool. Years later, you handed me a romance novel and I didn’t put it down until I finished it in the wee hours of the following morning. Thank you for influencing and expanding my love of books. Thank you for being my best friend. Thank you for being you.

  To M—

  Without you, I’d have never had the guts to go for this. Thank you for encouraging me, listening to me talk about the characters in my head, and for picking up the slack when I was in this other world. I love you whole bunches.

  Happy endings don’t always happen.

  In fairy tales, the hero and heroine go through obstacles and trials, but their happily ever after always comes. It’s kinda the whole point of the story.

  Real life doesn’t offer that same guarantee.

  Time passes and the pages turn, but there’s only obstacles and trials, followed by more obstacles and trials with no happily ever after in sight.

  Sometimes people never find their grand romance. Sometimes people lose their grand romance before their life is over, leaving them with regrets and heartache.

  And sometimes, people lose their lives.

  Chapter One

  Scorching

  “Babe, that van you?”

  It had only been me and two guys, who based on their leathers, were most likely guys of the biker variety, in the waiting room. And neither of those dudes struck me as the type to be called ‘babe’ by another dude.

  Not that I judge, of course. It just seemed unlikely.

  Seeing as I was reading, and lost in my thoughts, I hadn’t even noticed anyone else entering the room until the deep voice called out.

  Another quick room sweep out of the corner of my eye confirmed I was the most likely candidate to be called ‘babe’. Probably the only one there with a van, too.

  “Babe, van?” he asked again as he turned around and began rifling through papers.

  “Um, yeah,” I answered to his back.

  It was a back. I’d seen lots of them. Backs were backs, right?

  Yeah, no.

  This was a back. Broad shoulders, and what I was sure were a lot of muscles somehow visible through his dark gray t-shirt. I’d never thought of backs as anything, but this was a good one.

  “They do the paperwork with you?” he asked, turning back around with a stack of papers.

  “Uhh,” I mumbled. They hadn’t. I knew they hadn’t. My brain fully acknowledged no paperwork had been done with me. Getting my mouth to communicate that, however, was not happening. Not once my eyes saw his front. I liked his back, but I liked his front a whole hell of a lot more. So much more, in fact, I couldn’t say the word ‘no’ about some simple paperwork.

  There’s a whole lotta other things I wouldn’t say no to either.

  Facing away and bent over, I’d noticed he was tall. Straightened up, though, I saw he wasn’t just tall. He was tall.

  As in very.

  At five foot four, I was used to looking up at people. Since he was at least a foot taller than me, I could develop a serious crick in my neck from craning my head to look up at him.

  It was a sacrifice I was more than willing to make.

  Because, along with being tall and built, he was hot. Beyond hot. I don’t think there’s a word to describe what he was. Scorching, maybe, if the heat I was feeling was any indication. His damp, dark blond hair was pulled into a messy knot at the back of his head. It wasn’t very long, probably only around shoulder length.

  Since he looked to be in his early thirties, his face had long ago lost any boyishness. Amazing bone structure and hard angles came together in an almost beautiful way if he weren’t so overwhelmingly masculine.

  His strong jaw was covered in at least a few days’ worth of stubble. Scruffy stubble that should have screamed “I need a shave!” Instead it beckoned “Run your fingers over me!”

  I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to do just that.

  The thing that seemed to cut off communication between my brain and my mouth, though, were his eyes. Vibrant green eyes, lined with thick, long lashes. Sexy as hell, they left me mumbling like I didn’t have a brain.

  Get it together! So, he’s tall. And hot. With those green eyes. And those muscles. And… Where was I going with this?

  Oh yeah. Get it together!

  He shook his head, his eyes shining with amused frustration. “Nope, no paperwork. Not a surprise, they never do anything that even slightly feels like work. Come on up, babe. Let’s take care of this.”

  The sound of my heels clicking on the linoleum echoed in the room. I cursed my decision to wear them. High heels, in general, weren’t known for being easy to walk in. Four-inch ones, especially. Heels with jello knees forced me to focus extra hard on the simple task of putting one foot in front of the other.

  I’d already mumbled like an idiot. I didn’t need to fall on my face like one.

  I reached the counter, staying upright the whole time, and silently congratulated myself. When I looked up at him, his gaze was intense as he looked through me. And I mean through. Into my mind, my soul. I was sure he was sifting through my deepest and darkest secrets.

  What he found must have bored him because his eyes quickly lost their intensity. Using a pen, he tapped a beat on the counter. “Name?”

  “Piper,” I breathed. Yup, I breathed it. My voice came out soft, airy, and slightly raspy. I internally shook my head, attempting to lift the fog.

  Way to go, Piper. You remembered your name, and were even able to talk this time. Now let’s see if we can’t start sounding less like a wannabe phone sex operator, hmm?

  “Yeah, definitely no paperwork with that name. Last name?”

  “Skye.” I spelled it out while he wrote.

  “Piper Skye.” My name rolled off his tongue like it was one he’d said often. His lip quirked up. “I like it.”

  I liked my name. I always had. Hearing his deep, gravelly voice rumble my name, though, made me love it. I found myself wondering how it would sound if we were doing other things, none of which were appropriate to be thinking about.

  My cheeks flushed and I tried again to clear the mental fog. “Thanks.”

  “What’s going on with
the van, babe?”

  I liked the way he said my name, but I really liked it when he called me babe. I knew he probably called every chick that, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t hot.

  “It needs to be colder in the back.”

  “Air not workin’?” He raised his eyebrow. “Why’d you come here for a repair?”

  Hyde was a body and custom job shop, not a regular garage. I, along with most everyone, knew that. It wasn’t where you came for an oil change and a tire rotation. Hyde was where you brought a sweet ride you wanted made sweeter.

  “Um, no, it works. It works great but it needs to be colder. I use the van for work and my stuff keeps melting in the back.”

  “What type of stuff—” he started before being interrupted by a golden god entering the room.

  “Jake, dude, you will not believe the sweet piece I had last night…” His words trailed off when he saw me. “Sorry, didn’t know you were busy,” he said to Jake, though he was definitely still looking at me. “Hey. Kase.” He extended his hand.

  Since he was only an inch or two shorter than Jake, I still had to crane my neck to look up at him. It was not a hardship. His dark hair hung in dreads past his shoulders, and his groomed facial hair was slightly longer than Jake’s scruff.

  I was sure he had to be wearing color contacts because no one had eyes like his. They were the most startling crystal blue I’d ever seen. Rimmed with black lashes and his golden skin, they stood out in sharp contrast.

  Starting from his fingers up, intricate ink covered his arms, small patches of tanned skin peeking through here and there.

  His skin tone and dark hair hinted at some exotic heritage, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

  But I’d totally be willing to try. Finger, hand, tongue, whatever.

  “Piper.” I reached my hand to meet his. I smiled, unsurprised by his sudden personality change. I knew I came across to most as more conservative, shy, and quiet. My real friends knew that couldn’t be further from the truth, but I was only that close with a handful of people.

  My general vibe screamed ‘introvert!’

  Actually, I don’t think you can scream introvert, but it definitely mumbled it.

  I understood his thinking. I was in a body shop waiting room in four-inch heels, stockings with the seam up the back, and a white fitted blouse tucked into a pale pink pencil skirt. My black hair was pulled back in a neat twist. I knew I looked conservative, uptight, and very out of place.

  However, I’d come straight from a meeting at the bank that had been unexpectedly moved up. And, unfortunately, meetings at the bank require you to look conservative, uptight, and very in place there.

  It’d been a minor miracle I was able to get my van into Hyde. I wasn’t about to cancel just because I was in a skirt.

  Kase lifted his chin. “Nice to meet you. Sorry about that. I, uh, I didn’t know there were customers here.”

  I fought the urge to laugh. He came through the garage, which meant he saw vehicles there. He had to have guessed there were people waiting, and he was talking loud enough that I had no doubt the bikers against the far wall heard.

  “Seriously, not an issue,” I said. “Congrats on the sweet piece.”

  Kase’s smile turned sheepish before I was distracted by a throat being cleared. The throat of a very tall, very hot, impatient man.

  “Kase, if you’re done, you got work to do,” Jake said, glaring at Kase.

  Kase grinned at me, unfazed by Jake’s look. “Nice to meet you, Piper. Let me know if you need anything.”

  I returned his smile. “Thanks.”

  As Kase left, Jake turned back to me and began tapping his pen to a fast beat. “So, coolin’ in the back, got it. Anythin’ else?”

  “Yeah, uh, Z is installing some new speakers.” I congratulated myself again on being able to actually form words while looking him in the eyes.

  In an attempt to not blurt out something embarrassing or start drooling at his hotness, I distracted myself by thinking about Z. Since I doubted his real name was Z, I started forming ideas about what it stood for.

  Jake finished writing something and looked amused. “Your work need louder speakers?”

  “Well, yeah, kinda.” Maybe not my work, but I definitely did.

  Leaning down, he placed his forearms to the counter. His head tilted to the side as he looked at me. “How so?”

  “I drive a lot, for deliveries.”

  “What stuff you deliverin’, since I’m doubtin’ it’s pizza?”

  “Desserts. Mostly cakes and cupcakes.”

  “Really? Awesome. What bakery you work at?” Kase startled me by asking.

  I belatedly noticed him and three other hot guys standing in the doorway.

  Apparently name guessing is a good distraction technique.

  “No bakery. Not yet, anyway.”

  “Hey. Eli,” one of the other hotties said as he stuck his hand out. He was shorter than the rest, around five foot ten or so. With his short brown hair and warm, brown eyes, he looked wholesome, boy next door. He almost seemed out of place at the shop, until you took in his ink. It was good ink. He must have agreed as there was a lot of it.

  I took his hand. “Piper.”

  “Xavier,” another introduced himself with a nod. This yummilicious man was all dark eyes and overgrown dark hair. It was hot, and worked for him. “Your desserts any good?”

  “Well, people order. A lot, actually. So… yeah.” I knew my desserts were good. Based on the swell of my chest, hips, and ass, I knew this fact well. I had to sample stuff though. Quality control and whatnot.

  You’re so good at lying to yourself.

  The popularity of my desserts was what had brought me to the bank that morning. When I’d started making cakes for friends, I did one or two a month. Those one or two turned into three or four referrals, which then turned into three or four more referrals.

  Before I knew it, my side hobby became a business, a Piper’s Cakes was born.

  Up until last semester, I attended college but hadn’t picked a major. Since Piper’s Cakes was quickly growing, thereby solving the dilemma of what I wanted to do with my life, I cut back my classes and switched to a business major.

  It was a scary decision, but in a good way.

  In order to do all I wanted to do, I needed money for better equipment, more space, and maybe even some help. I was turning away a lot of orders because I didn’t have time. I couldn’t make money turning away orders. It was a cycle I was trying to break.

  “Key,” a quieter voice said with a nod, the last of the hotties. He was a leaner and lankier hot, more Steven Tyler or Mick Jagger rock ‘n’ roll. He had slightly shaggy, light brown hair with moody looking brown eyes. “You got any dessert on you?”

  I shook my head. “Nope, sorry. Maybe if I come back.”

  I was rewarded with a half-smile from Mr. Brooding. As I was pretty sure that was as close to happy as he got, I was cool with it.

  My answer was welcomed by a bunch of smiling, eager faces and murmurings of desserts to come. Most guys were predictable when it came to food. I’d delivered cakes for children’s birthdays, and it was the men that were hanging around, looking for a chance to swipe some.

  “Guys, seriously, work,” a rough, annoyed, and very in control voice bit out. I almost jumped up and started working at his order, it was that firm. I, apparently, was the only one since the guys still stood around talking about desserts they liked. Jake looked up and inhaled deeply before going back to his paper. “Moving on. Why do baked goods need better speakers?”

  “No, the baked goods don’t. I do.”

  “Yours broke?”

  “No.”

  “Then why the speakers?”

  “I spend a big chunk of time making deliveries. Have you ever tried driving without being able to really crank up your music?”

  “What do you listen to?” Kase questioned.

  “Almost anything. But mostly rock. Can’t listen to
rock at a ten when you can have an eleven.”

  “Fuck,” I heard Jake mutter softly to himself.

  “Did you just make a Spinal Tap joke?” Xavier asked.

  Before I could answer, Kase laughed. “Damn, you’re full of surprises. Hiding a body of tats under that sexy librarian outfit you’re workin’?” he said jokingly. Which, of course, resulted in an immediate blush from me. “Oh, damn, I’m sorry, Piper, I didn’t mean to offend you, or make you feel uncomfortable. I don’t have a filter, so I—”

  “Fuck,” Jake said again, loudly. I looked over to see him looking more than a little ticked.

  “Damn, Jake, relax, I was apologizing. You know me, I didn’t mean to be a dick—” Kase started. Since Jake didn’t seem to like people finishing sentences, he was cut off again.

  “That’s not why she blushed. Is it?” He turned his dark, intense green eyes to me.

  “Well, no.” I smiled at Kase. “And I wasn’t offended, so don’t worry about it.”

  “Ohhhhhkay.” Kase looked between Jake and I. “Well? What is it, then?” He glanced at Xavier and Eli who both appeared to be just as confused.

  “He wasn’t wrong, was he?” Jake asked with a softer voice, though his eyes stayed intense. Scorching.

  Get your mind out of your pants! Or, well, in this case, out of his pants!

  “He was. I’m not a librarian,” I said, playing clueless.

  “The tats?”

  “Oh. About that. Well… I’m not covered.”

  “No shit?” Warm Eyes asked.

  “You can’t leave us hanging like that. We gotta see some ink,” Xavier said, his smooth voice accented slightly.

  “Most of them can’t really be seen without me taking off… Well, they just can’t be seen right now. I got one I can show.” I rolled up my sleeve. On the inside of my wrist was a hot pink star with the word ROCK written inside it in a very badass font.

  “That is fuckin’ rock!” Kase said, complete with sticking his index and pinky fingers out to make the horns. “What else ya got?”

  “Uhh, a swallow on each shoulder blade, musical notes down my ribs, shooting stars on the sides of my pelvis, and a heart on my lower back. And, uh, yup, that’s it for now.”