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“Oh, you know, I’m not sure. What do you have in mind and I can go ask?”

“I was thinking like a thing with bars around it.”

“Oh, you mean like roll bars?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“So like a dune buggy, right?”

“I think so. I don’t know. Just something that rolls, but does it safely.”

“Right,” I say with a small smile. “Let me ask my bosses.”

“Thank you.”

I put him on hold and walk out, shouting down to the guys chatting in front of a car that’s disassembled, the engine lying on the floor as they all stare down at it.

“Oi!”

All three heads look up at me. It’s like I have some kind of superpower.

“Do you guys work on dune buggies? Something with roll cages?”

“Fuck yeah,” Ford says and then grins at me. “We do anything. We’re jacks of all trades.”

“We’re really not,” Cash replies, but Dean gives a subtle nod, and Ihave my answer. Of course they won’t say no to this. It’s a challenge, something exciting. Something different.

I move back to the office and pick up the phone.

“Yeah, they can do that.”

“Oh good. Can I come by and discuss what I’d like? I don’t have a lot of money, but I really need him safe. Can I do a payment plan?”

“Yeah, sure. I know they do that. Can I get your name? Let them know to expect you?”

“So I can just show up anytime?”

“Yep, anytime during business hours. Someone will be here to help.”

“Okay, right. My name is Whit.”

“Whit. Awesome. I’ll let them know. They look forward to working with you.”

“Right. Okay. Thank you.”

We’re stuck in an awkward silence for a moment before he hangs up.

“All righty then,” I murmur and then pull up the schedule.No rest for the wicked, I think as I pull up a playlist on my phone and get to work.

When it’s finally time to leave, I breathe a sigh of relief. It’s been a long day, full of paperwork, people calling and one disgruntled customer who came in to personally speak with the owner.

I didn’t like her. Not at all.

She was far too pretty and stared at Dean. Intensely.

He might have flirted back as well. It made my stomach drop and my fingers clench.

It has put me in a mood all damn day. I’ve been the grumpiest of bitches.

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