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Taking her hand in his, he led her toward the garage.
“Hey there folks.” A guy in his early forties nodded at them, coming forward and cleaning his hands off with a rag. “You two here about the little yellow car?”
“Yep,” Hack said. “How you getting on with it?”
“Got it road worthy. At least to get you where you’re going. But I would get a few things done before I go across the country in it.”
“Understood.”
“Truth is, it’s probably gonna cost you more to fix than it’s worth.” He gave Greer an interested look and Hack moved to stand in front of her, blocking his sight.
He gave the man a firm glare. She wasn’t his to look at admiringly.
Strangely, the guy just looked amused.
“Got the paperwork for you in the office. Come on, we can take care of it there and your girl can get a bit warmer. She looks like a popsicle. You might want to get her some proper boots. She’ll get pneumonia.”
Hack nearly growled at the implied insult that he wasn’t taking care of Greer.
“We were going to go shopping yesterday, but we ended up in an armed robbery,” Greer said, surprising him.
By her own admission, she steered clear of conflict. And she didn’t like speaking to strangers much. Yet, she’d just spoken up . . . in his defense?
He didn’t need her to defend him. But it still filled him with warmth.
“Down at Marge’s Diner? What’s the fucking world coming to? People think they can just take what they want.” The guy was muttering as they followed him to the office where an older woman was working.
“Got the paperwork for that yellow car that came in a few days ago?”
“Right here,” she said, handing it over. She gave Hack a confused look. “Don’t get why you called earlier to make the payment, though. You could have just done it now.”
“You must be thinking about another customer,” he said. “We haven’t paid yet.”
She rattled off the car’s details and then showed them the receipt.
Hack turned to Greer, who looked just as shocked as he was. “Do you have any idea who would have paid? You didn’t call and pay, did you?”
If she had . . . he was going to be very upset.
“Definitely a man,” the woman replied, then she looked Greer up and down. “Unless you got a really manly voice, girlie.”
“I don’t think so,” she whispered.
“Nope. That wasn’t the voice. Maybe a relative or something? Good Samaritan? Weirder shit has happened.”
“Oh, what about Aidan?” she said. “Maybe it was him.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“All right, then,” the mechanic said. “You’re free to take it.”
“Thanks, man,” Hack said with a nod.
The guy walked them over to her car.
Christ, it looked even worse today than it had the other day. This thing was on its last legs. The snow tires were the only things that looked solid and in working order.
“Baby, no. This isn’t happening.”
