Chapter Seven
Sean stood over Tommy’s car and stared at the engine. “Dude. What the hell is wrong with you? You can’t keep treating your car like this.”
“Like your car is a prize.”
“Mine looks like s**t, but it always runs. Always. Because I take care of it. Yours is ugly, and whether it’ll continue to run is questionable.”
“Sorry, man. I tell you when it’s acting funny. Then I kind of forget about it.” He shrugged.
Sean would never understand forgetting about a major problem with his car. Then again, he couldn’t imagine not doing routine maintenance either. Sounds of female voices echoed across the street as Sean stuck his head under the hood.
“Cupcake,” Tommy mumbled.
“What?” Sean jerked back from the car.
Tommy stared across the street. Sean tracked his gaze to Maggie O’Leary an
