4 CHARLOTTEMy frustration was rising with each passing second. When I’d entered the auto repair shop this morning, I’d expected to get this hammered out and be on my way. But of course it couldn’t have been that easy. Nothing in this place was, apparently.
A quick glance over at Luke showed him watching me with renewed interest. Like I was some ... circus attraction.
I planted a hand on my waist and glared at him. "Could you like, I don't know, try and be helpful."
Luke shoved one large hand into the pocket of his jeans as he considered it. "Wayne's country, and he gets ripped in his downtime, but he won't, ya know, screw you over too hard or anything."
"Well, you tried. Bye, then." I dismissed him with a wave, but Luke's low chuckle told me he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
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