6 CHARLOTTE“Let’s start over,” I said, trying not to think about the gorgeous country boy who’d just stormed out of the repair shop.
Sure, he was just trying to help, but the second he decided that I wasn’t capable of handling this situation on my own, I snapped. Now he was gone, and I was here negotiating a deal with the grease monkey.
“I need this car fixed as soon as possible. You and I both know I don’t belong here,” I said, and Wayne nodded in agreement. “Can you please help me out?”
“I’ll put your car at the top of the list,” he finally agreed. “I’ll aim for Wednesday, but I’m charging extra for the rush job.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” I said with a smile.
When he reached out his hand to seal the deal, I hesitated. Mine were still greasy from our first handshake.
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