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“Just stopped for some coffee. Oh, and…” I pull out a travel mug from my bag. “Lavender spearmint tea for you.”
“You’re a doll! Now come on over and I’ll show you around.”
Doris shows me all the files, cabinets, lists, all of it. Then we head out onto the floor. She shows me all the storage, the bays, and around the entire garage.
She points up the steps to an open office. “That’s Beckett’s office. He’s pretty particular, so unless he asks, just don’t go in.”
I look up and see a guy step out of the office and glare down at us. But even through his glare, the man is gorgeous. Dark hair, piercing blue eyes, covered in tattoos. He’s not a giant of a man, but he’s certainly tall and in shape.
Leaning over, I whisper to Doris. “Who is that?”
She laughs. “That’s Beckett Greyland. Your boss.”
“Not who I expected. At all.”
He stalks down the stairs over toward us. “Who is this, Doris?”
“She’s my replacement, ya grouch. Be nice to the young girl.”
He looks over at me, those steely blue eyes shooting right through to my soul. “You ever worked in a shop before?”
I nod. “Yes, sir. I ran my dad’s garage throughout high school and as I studied in college.”
“Fuck. How old are you?”
“Twenty-three.”
“Hmm. We’ll see.”
And with that, my new hot, yet so very grouchy boss storms away.
Doris chuckles to herself as she takes my arm. “This way, dear. Beckett is a good man. I think this will all work out. You just gotta show him you’re a tough broad and it will be fine.”
“I dunno. He seems more grouchy than the old guys back at my dad’s shop. How old is he?”
” Thirty-two. Acts like he’s ninety through. Come along, I’ll get you started before the other guys come in.”
I glance back to see Beckett bent over the hood of an old Mustang. His shirt lifts a bit and I can see even more tattoos.
Doris laughs to herself as she pats my back. “Lord, help the two of you.”
“Ya didn’t say he looked like he just walked off every women’s book boyfriend's wet dream, Doris.”
Another guy comes walking over, throwing his arm around my shoulder. I gently push him off and step toward Doris.
“Connor is the name. Who are you, sweetheart?”
Beckett comes walking over, almost growling. “New girl. Get back to work.”
Connor puts his hands in the air and chuckles. “Just tryin’ to play nice, boss man.”
Doris shakes her head and pulls me along. “That one is a troublemaker. Stay away from him. Connor and Beckett have been like this since they were little babes.. Always fighting over everything, trying to one up each other.”
“I’m just here to work.”
She smiles at me as we walk into the office. “We’ll see about that.”
TWO
