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“This is your girl?” Victor asks, confused.
My eyes hurt from the number of times they’ve rolled in my head. This one feels like one of those exorcist eye rolls. “A ‘70’ Chevelle, 450 horsepower. She’s feisty and sensitive.”
“She’s pretty for sure.” The tone dripping in sarcasm.
“Better than that import you are driving.” I quip.
He shakes his head next to me. “Doubt it.”
I squint hard at him. “Nothing beats the rumble of this girl. Loud. Proud. She’s a force with a hint of class that makes you want to drive around the curves of the earth and appreciate the power she silently holds. Imports are loud, annoying little suckers who only think of getting to the next point or moving on to the next best thing. These babies.” I point to my car. “Appreciate the road mapped out.”
Victor cocks his head to the side, and his blonde hair barely moves in the wind. “I never thought of it like that.”
“You wouldn’t. I mean, look at you today,” I gesture up and down at him. “You are pushing my brother to sell this place. To seal the deal and move on. Money to be put in pockets. Have you ever thought of how lonely that can be?”
“Hey, you don’t even know me.” He defends himself.
“Yet you judged me wholeheartedly on my appearance as a girl and assumed I didn’t know anything about cars.” I stand proud of making an excellent point.
He throws his hands up in defeat. “Guilty.”
“Now leave.” I turn toward my girl and rub my hands together. “You are in her light.”
Without looking back, I jump right into the engine and start replacing parts of the engine block I can reach. I tried not to give Victor a second thought, but that man never left like I told him to. He’s found a spot on a small hill behind the property, and he’s just staring at me through the bay doors. I try to ignore him and focus on my girl, but he’s making it so damn hard. I’m usually left alone, so his watchful eye throws me off. Screw this guy.
“Can I help you with something?” I yell up to him. Then I groan with disappointment at myself for giving in.
He pops up off the ground and walks toward me. “You just continue to shock me.”
“What does that mean?” I respond, feeling offended.
“I’ve just never met someone like you.”
Annoyed. Bothered. The list goes on. “Country club doesn’t look back at the help,” I lean back over my car. He bites his lip to prevent himself from speaking and allows himself to think. “Kind of low blow, you know.”
“Yet, Victor, extremely accurate.” Gosh, I just wish he would leave.
“So, I drive a fancy car, a lawyer, and I come from money–So what?”
“And you want my brother to sell his life for what? To make a buck? Make things easier for you?”
“It’s a good deal. I mean, there isn’t much here.” He gestures around the small garage.
“You want to learn more about the locals, right? Come by tomorrow when we are open for business. Meet some locals while working to see how much money we don’t have. How they depend on us to get from point A to point B. Research this kind of stuff on a ground level before you try to pull in big businesses. Big businesses that will raise taxes in an area where it’s already difficult to keep the lights on,” I word vomit.
I watch his gorgeous hazel eyes register what he’s just heard. Trying to soak it all in, mixing with the challenge of working in our world. “Fine. I’ll be here. Maybe I can get a few people to see my side of things.”
There it is. I’m really getting sick of his cocky attitude. “Wear something you can get dirty. Cause grease doesn’t come out of crisp white shirts.”
“What do I get paid?” he questions.
“What I do. That depends on the job and time spent on cars.” I walk toward him, causing him to step back.
“That doesn’t help me.” His brows furrow at my assertiveness.
“Then don’t come! If you show you do, if not, then peace out.” I taunt, continuing to force him to walk backward out of the garage.
I pull the rope to the big bay door, and it falls harshly to the ground. My fingers flick the lock with a relieved pant. I pace back and forth, trying to calm down. I can’t work on my girl when I am this angry. She doesn’t deserve that. Victor is a man who likes a challenge. I could see the gleam in his eye when I taunted him to come to work here. It would thrill a part of me to prove he sucks at life, but in all honesty, I hope he stays home.
