EMILY
There hadn’t been a single dull moment since Mia moved in. It had been one drama after another. Thankfully, all her hyperactivity had worked in her favor, she managed to hobble around the house on crutches like she was born with them. The doctor said she should rest, but I didn’t think “take it easy” existed in her vocabulary.
I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose as I handed her the tiny screw she was waving at me for. “Mia, Nicholas is going to kill me if he finds us in here.”
She grinned, a smear of oil streaking across her cheek like war paint. “You know you love me. Besides, you also know I’d go insane if I didn’t have something to do.”
“And fixing engines gives you… what? Serenity?” I arched an eyebrow. “Who even taught you how to do this?”
She leaned against one crutch
