Page 87 of The Millionaire's Mechanic

Rainer rubbed the indentation between her brows with his thumb. “A private security firm I know is hiring. They’ll be happy to have him if he’s open to it.”

But when they asked him what he wanted, Waters surprised them by asking for a recommendation for a completely different job.

EPILOGUE

A few weeks later, Rainer went downstairs to check on Georgia and her new assistant. She was still working in the apartment building, while the warehouse construction crew threw up a few walls to create an office space for her and Judy.

The receptionist felt terrible for telling Samantha about their engagement, but both Rainer and Powell had absolved her of responsibility. It wasn’t as if Rainer had intended on hiding his relationship with Georgia. Sam would have eventually found out about their impending nuptials without Judy’s help.

Georgia saw him and smiled, coming to stand next to him as Waters tried to cram his bulk in the narrow space under the Corvette.

The damage to the machine had been superficial and repaired quickly, the white-and-teal paint job gleaming under the fluorescent lights.

“I was going to ask how your new assistant was doing,” Rainer muttered out of the corner of his mouth as Waters made a second attempt. “But now I see…”

Georgia tsked before rushing over to push some buttons on the car lift. The humming of the moving rotors filled the air as the car was levered up another foot.

She tapped the hood twice. “All good?”

Waters gave her a thumbs-up sign, getting to work with his usual chattiness.

“See, I told you the car lift was a better investment than the pit,” Georgia said coming back to stand next to him. “And the big guy is doing great. I’m letting him change the oil on the car for practice, but he can stop if you feel like taking it for a spin.”

“On second thought, I better not drive it, or I’ll want to keep it.”

Georgia wagged a finger. “You have enough cars.”

“Bite your tongue,” Rainer chided before capturing the finger to press a kiss to the tip. “There is no such thing.”

She nudged him with her hip. “You’re lucky I washed up after installing a new fuel line.”

Rainer laughed, trapping her against him. “I do love the smell of gas.”

Georgia wiggled her rear in retaliation. “As long as you don’t eat it.”

He was going to point out Waters would still fit better in a pit, but decided Georgia was right. Waters would probably overflow a standard-sized pit as well.

“You will need another creeper,” he pointed out. “A wider one.”

“True,” Georgia acknowledged, turning to watch her assistant work. “But I think he’s worth it. He’s been a huge help moving the heavy equipment.”

She gestured to the Super Berlina waiting in the wings. “And we’re going to need to take that entire engine apart sooner rather than later because Judy is ninety-five percent sure she’s found a buyer at our asking price.”

“With quality work like this, they will sell themselves. Wait and see.”

“Well, don’t tell her that,” Georgia admonished. “She’s excited about closing her first big sale.”

Rainer stopped to admire the sleek lines of the Berlina, which was halfway through its restoration. “It’s beautiful, but why haven’t you touched the Talbot yet?”

He jerked his thumb at the corner, where the third car was parked under a tarp. “I thought you’d be all over it after we moved it over here.”

“I’ll get to itafterI finish the vehicles I plan to sell. Besides, Ephraim doesn’t mind the wait—after all, he got his way. Regardless of which one of you claims the car, the Talbot is staying in the family.”

“I hadn’t thought of it that way,” he said. “But as much as I would love to call that baby mine, I think you were right the first time. It should be a gift to him.”

She took his arm, pressing against him. “Thanks. But I’m sure he’ll lend it to you if you ask nicely.”

“Like a teenager asking to borrow the car,” he said with a laugh.

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