She smiled at me and it was a beautiful, sexy smile. “Do you like it?”
“I have to admit I love my job most days.” I frowned a little. It was true, I did like my job most days, though there were more and more like these where I felt a little guilty about it. “Some days I feel like we’re just cheating people, though, you know?”
She nodded, though she couldn’t possibly know what I really meant. “Yeah, I do. Taking your car to get worked on is so expensive, but I get it. Between parts and labor, you’ve got to charge a lot. After all, you can’t work for free, and cars are complicated things.”
I felt good that she was still on my side, that she was still smiling at me and talking to me in soft, breathy tones that said she wasn’t disgusted with me. But there was the lingering voice in my head
