Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
“Sorry.” She clears her throat. “Umm, yes I called, my Bronco is making a noise and my brother told me to call Lo at this number. He thinks it might be the fan belt.”
“That’s me, Logan. I’m at the shop now if you can swing by.”
“Like, come over there?”
“I don’t think there is another way for me to look at your car without you coming over here.” I laugh.
“Of course, that makes sense,” she mumbles. “Could I come by in like fifteen minutes?”
“That works, just ask for me when you get here.”
“Okay.” She hangs up, and I click off the call and shove my cell back into my pocket.
“She coming by?” Benett asks.
“I think so.” I pick up my coffee and take a drink then grab another donut. “You need to tell Lucy I’m going to start charging her for my gym fee.”
“You don’t go to the gym.”
“I’m going to have to start if she keeps sending shit here every other day.”
“She’s paying us back for hooking up her van.” He grabs another donut and stands. “I’m going to get to work. Hanson won’t be in for a while; he was here late last night.”
“Sure.” I take a seat in the chair he vacated while he leaves the office. “You good?” I turn to Hector when he stands.
“Fantastic.”
“You sure?” I ask, knowing he’s lying.
About a year ago his wife and him divorced and his two girls that are around the same age as Billie are in the middle of it thanks to their mom who shares everything with them.
“Taking it one day at a time.”
“I’m here, you know that.”
“Yeah, man.” He pats my arm. “I’m gonna get to work.”
“Sure.” I watch him leave the office, then turn to the computer on the desk, wiggling the mouse, bringing the screen to life. I need to get some stuff ordered this morning so that it will be here by the end of the week. As I’m pressing the button to purchase the order, Hector shouts my name, so I push back from the desk and grab my coffee. When I step into the garage, a Tiffany Blue Ford Bronco that is at least twenty years old is parked just outside the open bay doors. The woman who caught my attention last week at Coop’s school is standing at the hood with her arms wrapped around her waist as Hector talks to her. She’s gorgeous, long dark hair that is a mass of wild curls, soft, feminine features, full lips, and a petite frame covered in a pair of tight jeans and a tank top that accentuates her curves.
When she hears my boots on the concrete, she turns her head my way, and her startling blue-green eyes meet mine seeming to flare ever so slightly. It’s an interesting reaction. The same one she had the last time I saw her. I don’t know her, and I have never seen her before, but it makes me think she knows me.
“You got this?” Hector asks as she watches me approach.
“Yeah, thanks, man,” I mutter, and he goes back into the shop. “Logan.” I hold out my hand to her, and she drops her eyes to it for a long moment before unwrapping her arms from her waist and placing her soft hand in mine.
“Nalia.”
“You’re Bax’s sister?”
“Yeah.” She rubs her lips together, and I reluctantly release my hold on her.
“You mentioned that the engine is making a noise?”
“Yeah, Bax said it could be a belt, but he wasn’t sure since I had him listen to it over the phone.”
“Can I see the keys?” She passes them over to me, and I walk around her to the driver’s side door. The car is an antique, but it’s been updated and done well. The interior is pristine, and the stereo system is one of the newest on the market. Starting the engine, I listen for a second, then hop out, hitting the lever for the hood and walking around front to open it up. “Yeah, the belt is worn out.” I look over at her. “If you can hang for a few minutes, I can get it fixed.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, it’s not a big deal.” I shut the hood, then get back in behind the wheel and turning off the engine. Noting her bag on the passenger seat I grab it and get back out handing it to her and she places it on her shoulder. “We don’t have a waiting room, but you can come back to the office and hang there.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, come on.” I lead her into the garage and back to the office. Dozer, realizing that someone new is here, gets off his bed and waddles over to meet her with his rump shaking.
“Hey, buddy.” She squats down to rub his head.
“That’s Dozer.”
“Is he yours?” She tips her head back to look up at me, and a hundred different inappropriate thoughts fly through my head in a flash, catching me off guard.