“I’m full of surprises.”
Her toes curled into her shoes when his gaze roamed over her from head to toe. “That you are.”
“Would you like a hand?” she asked to distract herself from fanning her face with her hand.
He lifted an eyebrow as she approached him. “I thought you didn’t want to get dirty.”
“I can hand you things and stay mostly clean.”
“Can you give me the wrench then?”
“Is that one of these things?” She waved her hand at his assortment of tools. The incredulous look on his face made her laugh. “I’m kidding. I know what a wrench is.”
She handed him the wrench and, as she did so, said, “La llave inglesa.”
They’d been working together on his Spanish and did so in subtle ways. She thought it would be easier for him if he learned a few words at a time but in a real-world setting. So far, it was working.
He repeated the words before telling her what he was doing with the car. He mixed as much Spanish into the conversation as he could. She leaned over the hood to watch as he worked. Despite the fact grease covered him, she couldn’t resist kissing his cheek.
“I love you,” she said.
“What’s not to love?”
She smacked his shoulder, and he lifted his head to smile at her.
“I love you too,” he said.
“You should because you’re not going to do any better than me.”
“So very true.”
Unable to resist, Logan poked the tip of her adorable nose. Her eyes crossed as she tried to see the smudge of grease he left behind.
“It makes you cuter,” he assured her.
She scowled at him as she rubbed the grease off her nose, but then she smiled. “Ass.”
“And proud of it.”
As they worked together for the next hour, she told him each of the words in Spanish while handing him the tools. The turn of the socket wrench was the only sound in the garage as they stood in companionable silence for a while. Finally, she broke it.
“I’d like to join you as a vampire soon,” she said.
Logan nearly hit his head off the open hood when she said those words. He tried to keep his jaw from dislocating as he turned toward her. They hadn’t discussed her becoming a vampire since arriving here. He’d been trying to give her space to adjust to this place and what she was to him.
That space was becoming increasingly difficult for him; hence, why he was under the hood of a car he’d pretty much given up on ever getting fixed. However, there were only so many times he could spar with his friends, run on a treadmill, or beat the crap out of a punching bag before he grew tired of it.
Working on the Mustang had offered him a brief respite, and he enjoyed losing himself in the mechanical aspects. He’d gone through a year of mechanics schooling so he could do repairs on some of the vehicles when it became necessary.
While he’d never really enjoyed books, reading, science, math, or all that other shit, he loved working with his hands. He’d bought the old Mustang on a whim; it had been sitting on the same blocks ever since it arrived in the back of the U-Haul he’d rented to get it here.
He’d envisioned what it was supposed to look like, but the reality was it looked the same as when it arrived.
“You’re sure?” he asked.
“I was sure before I came here; I’ve been waiting for you.”
He chuckled. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
