The smell of motor oil, degreaser and coolant were among the few smells in the world that made CallumSantos' c**k hard enough to drive nails into. He blamed that on Faith Bennett. The girl he'd loved with the wild, intense passion he'd only experienced as a teenager. The girl he'd sated all his raging teenage hormones on every chance he got. The girl he had every intention of marrying and spending the rest of his life pampering her with the kind of expensive gifts, cars and houses his struggling family couldn't afford.
...until she kicked him to the sidewalk the day after his high school graduation.
Callumtook the keys from the ignition of the elegant BMW coupe he had rented at the airport, then got out of the wheel. He took off his sunglasses and stared at the auto shop in front of him.
