chapter six
CHARLIE
Oh my gosh.
He’s here. I can’t believe he’s in my shop, in my sanctuary.
After leaving Trey in the office, I wander around the garage, surveying the cars in the shop and in the backyard.
Normally, I never breathe down the guys’ necks as they work, but I feel antsy and since each of the stations are currently being utilized, I’m unable to distract my mind with auto-repair.
Flirty Diner Guy is like a character out of a bad dream. An incredibly good looking, totally obnoxious character from a really bad dream.
On the bright side, I doubt he’ll look at me the same way again. I’m not just a pair of boobs and a butt stuffed into a dress anymore.
A note of respect flitted through his eyes when he learned that I was the owner of Charlie’s Garage.
I feel victorious abou
