"Who's that? A mechanic?" Evan asks beside me, but I didn't bother to give a response. I was more attentive on trying to figure out who the guy is and why he was familiar.
"James?"
The shirtless tattooed guy suddenly stops and drops whatever he's doing. He quickly looks up, away from the hood. When he sees no one on his line of vision, he turns around and our eyes met. I nearly lose my breath. The shirtless tattooed guy was James. I paused for a second. He's shirtless. And tattooed! And I can't stop staring at his chest. Oh, damn. That's one very good chest. Worth drooling... But wait... Why am I drooling? No, I'm not drooling! Wake up, Shane! This is not the right time to ogle him! Damn it. Why is my heart beating so fast?
Miranda frowns at me, "Shai?"
"Hello, Miranda," I greeted her
