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Heading down the steps, I walk over to the lift where we have a classic sixty-six Chevelle that’s being worked on.
“What’s the problem, Connor?”
He whistles low. “Missing the original super sport front bumper emblem.”
“Where the fuck did it go?”
Connor shrugs. “Dunno. And I can’t seem to find one in the area.”
“Did ya look online?”
“Uh…”
I sigh, but then spot Madilyn out of the corner of my eye. She wants to prove herself? Then this is the perfect project for her.
“No worries. Head over to the new girl and hand it off to her.”
“Madilyn?”
I nod. “Yup. She wants to prove she belongs here, so this is how she can do it.”
Connor shrugs. “Okay… if you say so. Gives me a good excuse to talk to her.”
I lean back as I watch him walk over to the little glass office and hand a paper over to Madilyn. She gives him a big smile, nodding as she slowly entrances him with her stupid charm.
This girl is trouble, but it’s a good thing I can handle trouble like her…
THREE
MADILYN
It’s been a few weeks at Mad Motors and Beckett still has yet to give me a real chance. He gives me mundane tasks like running to get lunch or watering the flowers in my office.
But what I have in my hand is going to knock his socks off. When Connor came to me a few weeks ago and told me about this part, they couldn't find for the Chevelle. I knew this was my time to shine.
I spent sleepless nights searching for it online to be shipped at a decent price. Then, my luck turned around, and I met this old gear head at a festival last weekend. He has an enormous lot full of all classic cars.And what would you know, he just happened to have the missing original super sport front bumper emblem!
Rushing into the garage, I stumble into their little morning meeting. Beckett looks up at me with that annoyingly hot, brooding face.
“We’re busy, Madilyn.”
I nod as I take a seat in an empty chair. Beckett looks over at me.
“What do you want?”
Standing up, I walk over and hand him the paper. “I found it.”
“Found what?”
“The emblem.”
The other guys whistle, whispering to themselves as Beckett stands up.
“Where.”
“A few towns over. This guy has a huge collection and-”
Beckett shakes his head. “I know all the collectors around here. How did you find him? What’s his name?”
