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“So, how’s your new place?” she asked after a slight silence.
“Oh, you know, it’s a place.”
It'd also been less than a week since I moved in, so I still had very little furniture. Just what the owners left behind.
“So what, you just come to work and go home to watch all the sports you’ve missed out on over the years?”
“You know I don’t do sports.” I shook my head. “I did find a Firebird though. The thing is beautiful, but needs a lot of work.”
“Ooo, Trans Am? What year?”
“1978. What else?”
“That’s a good year,” she murmured, looking all dreamy about it.
“Yeah it is. T-top and everything. It’s baby blue and it's all original.”
“Wow! I need to see this thing!”
“When I’m done, I’ll let you drive her,” I blurted, though I didn’t know where the fucking words had come from.
“How much longer?”
“Maybe indefinitely if I can’t get behind the engine block. I’ve been trying to get to the clutch for two evenings now and my damn hands are too big. Might have to take the whole Goddamn thing out to get to it.”
“I can help,” she offered eagerly. “I’ve got small enough hands, I bet you.”
I just rolled my eyes.
“Small hands are only helpful if they know what they’re doing.”
“Dad taught me everything there is to know,” she said, sounding pretty damn confident. “Whatever you need done, I can get it.”
“Well, I tell ya, you’d be saving me maybe four, five hundred if you can.”
“Don’t insult me,” she scoffed, flicking her ponytail playfully.
We were next up and I motioned for Freya to order first. She certainly did, getting eight tacos, four el pastor and four carne asada.
When it was my turn, I ordered the same, wondering if the tacos were really small if a little thing like her could put down eight of them.
“Hungry?” she asked as we found a spot on the curb to sit and open our beers.
“Just ordering what you got.”
“Uh, except I got enough for me and Angel. If I didn’t order for her, she’d put a dead rat in my office tomorrow. Believe me. It’s happened before. Don’t get between Angel and her tacos.”
“Duly noted.”
“So? When do you want my help with the Firebird?”
“You got some time tonight? I want to get it up and running as soon as I can so your dad can have his truck back.”
“Believe me, Dad’s not dying for his truck back. But yeah, I’ve got time tonight.”
Freya’s name got called and she stood, brushing gravel bits off her ass as she did.
Dammit, Ash, don’t stare at her ass.
