Chapter 1“Hey, Singer. Check this out.”
Matthew Singer turned around and looked at his fellow mechanic, Jason Owen. The burly redhead was holding a bouquet of flowers and smirking at him. He didn’t know how the other man expected him to react. Was he supposed to be envious?
“So someone sent you roses, man. Big deal,” Matthew mocked his co-worker before resuming his work under the hood of the Lincoln Continental.
He had promised the customer that he would try to identify the problem with the car before lunchtime. It had been brought in early that morning by the despairing client and he had been working on it ever since. He checked the time. Damn. Thirty minutes left before lunch and he still had no idea what the hell was wrong with this stupid piece of junk.
He was not arrogant or anyth
