Page 11 of Tattered Souls
And then... I watched as those sable eyes of hers flare, and then she bent down low to grab something. Thankfully, with her back to me, I was able to reach down and adjust my cock.
Fuck. Me.
When she straightened, she had a small Tupperware container in her hand. “Talked to Talia, told her what you were doing for me. She said you like homemade Rice Krispies treats. So, I made you some. Regular, chocolate, and fruity pebble ones.”
I took the container from her and winked, “Thank you, Tatum. As soon as I wash my hands, I’ll eat them.”
She nodded.
I headed over to my toolbox, set the container down, and when Leo moved to it with eyes wide and a smile, I pointed my finger at him, “Touch that and I’ll shove my foot up your ass.”
The fucker actually pouted.
Talia giggled, then said, “I have more at home. I can bring them by.”
I lifted a brow at her. “Did you make them for me?”
She bit her lip and nodded.
To that, I said, “Then those are mine too. Make another batch for them.”
She giggled again.
I walked to her car, opened the door, and popped the latch on her hood.
Once I had the hood up, I looked at what I thought was wrong with it, and thankfully, I was right.
However, it was going to be a bitch to get it done.
“I was right. It’s your timing belt. Usually, it takes about three to five hours.” I told her.
She winced and then sighed, “I know you're super busy. Umm, do you know of another garage I can take my car to that will do it right and won’t charge me an arm and a leg?”
I narrowed my eyes at her. “Did I say we were busy?”
She looked at all the cars in the bays, and the ones in the lot, and then looked back at me, “No, but it looks like it.”
I winked at her, “If you’ve got time and can hang out, I’ll get it done.”
She looked at her phone, knew she was thinking of the time, and then smiled, “Sounds good. Thank you, Garrick.”
Even if we had been swamped, I wasn’t going to let anyone else work on her car but me.
Besides, looking like she does, no way in hell would I ever send her to Toque’s.
Torque’s was our rival of sorts. It was owned by Boone Graham over in Clover Valley. If he did a build, we tried to beat him. And vice versa. It was all in good fun.
Dom walked over to us and lifted his chin at her, “I’ll help.”
I whistled, and the men turned their heads to look at me. I looked at Dain. “Do me a solid? Go grab the chair from our office for her.”
She immediately said, “Oh no. It’s fine. I can sit on that stool.” She gestured to the rolling stool that was off to the side.
I shook my head, “It’s dirty as fuck.”
Dain came back moments later with the chair and smiled at her.
Once she shook her head and then sat down in it, Dom and I got to work.
