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“You have customers,”Ty calls over to me, nodding to the front of the shop. I made the mistake of offering to work a day shift, and the shop has been very busy.
“Huh? Why are theymycustomers?” I mutter, glaring at Ty because I know he’s messing with me.
I look out to the front of the garage bays, and two ladies wave at me excitedly.
“What do they need?” I asked Ty.
“They’re back for the fifth time.”
“Is something wrong?” I ask, confused, running a hand through my hair and then pulling my hat lower.
Ty smirks. “Your dad told them they could have their fluids topped off for free between oil changes. They’re here for wiper fluid. Again.” He laughs, clearly enjoying this.
“Wiper fluid? Why?” I mutter as I reach over for the fluid cart to top them off.
“This is what you get for being Freedom Valley’s most eligible bachelor, Coach.” He laughs. “They keep coming back in hopes that they’ll see you, and today is their lucky day. Don’t disappoint them.”
“This is why I work nights,” I grump.
“How are things going with Callie?” he asks as he raises a car on the lift.
“Not that good. Nothing’s working,” I grumble.
“Go for a ride on your bike.”
“I don’t want to go for a ride, and how would that help?”
“With her. Go pick her up tonight. When Mellie’s mad at me, I take her out for a ride. It’s hard for her to stay mad at me with her arms around me while taking a nice ride at sunset.” He shrugs. “Also, maybe if people see you with her, they’ll stop considering you the next contestant on theBachelor.”
That’s not a bad idea, I muse. “Alright, I can do that.” I would love to get Callie on the back of my bike. And less attention from people in town would be great, too. The hard part will be getting her to agree to it.
I sigh as I put on a friendly smile and head over to take care of our customers. I make a mental note to steer clear of day shifts.
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“Then you putthe cap on, just like this,” Sam says patiently, as he looks over at me. “You do the next one.”
“Okay,” I say, determined as I push the cart to the next vehicle lined up in the bay.
“You’re doing a good job,” he encourages as he cleans up the tools he has laid out on a workbench.
“What are you guys doing?” SJ calls as he steps into the shop, his football bag slung over his shoulder, sweaty from practice.
“Your dad’s teaching me how to change the oil and top off the fluids.” I motion to the last car we’ve just finished.
“Cool,” he teases with a grin. “You can finally help out around here.”
“I would love to help out,” I say as I lean in to repeat the process from the last car.
“It’s good for you to know this stuff in case anything happens to your vehicle when you’re off at college,” Sam says. “Now, how many quarts of oil go in the car?” he quizzes me.
