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They were adorable.
Not that I’d tell them that. But I loved love. Seeing it, hearing about it, feeling it, and reading about it.
Love was such a strong emotion. It could be beautiful but painful at times too.
I wanted what so many couples around me had—a love that could survive every trial and come out stronger on the other side.
“Later, guys,” I called to Knife and Beast with a wave before I made my way over to my workstation and the silver Nissan Pulsar—a customer’s speedway car I was working on. Bikes were my usual go-to, but I liked cars just as much.
Fun cars. Cars that made my motor run in an excited way.
As soon as I slipped on my coveralls and turned on my music through my headphones, I became lost in my world as I worked.
Music helped me from overthinking since my mind fired off so many thoughts per second. A teacher had asked Mum and Dad to have me tested for autism and ADHD, and since they were the best people in my life, they talked to me about it first to see if I wanted to be tested.
I already knew I was different. My family did, too, of course. I mean they were around me all the time. But I didn’t want to put a label to my—as Mum called it—“uniqueness.”
If people couldn’t take me as I was, then they weren’t worth knowing.
There’d been many people I learned that lesson from. A lot who only put up with me to get to my brother or the Hawks motorcycle club.
But I also had many who had my back. Who loved me.
And one day I’d find my true love. If it was with a man or a woman, I wouldn’t know until that time came.
A couple of hours later, I was tightening the final screw when I sensed someone in my area. Looking up, I smiled and removed my headphones.
“Billy, what’s up?”
“Got a client wantin’ to book in with you for a service later in the week.”
I screwed up my nose. “Prospects take care of those jobs.”
“I know. This guy saw you in the article in the newspaper and wants to pay a shitload more than usual for a service.” The local newspaper had wanted to do a piece on the garage because we’d donated a heap of money to the local cancer centre. They interviewed a few employees to talk about the garage, and I’d been one of them. Even had my photo taken too.
Snorting, I said, “I ain’t servicing his pecker if that’s what he thinks.”
Billy choked on an abrupt laugh. “Yeah, look, I wasn’t sure about even bringin’ this to you. But I also didn’t know if you want the extra cash to do an easy job.”
I shrugged. “Sure, why not.”
He nodded. “Don’t worry, Rommy, we’ll keep an eye on him.”
Grinning, I winked. “I know you guys will.” I picked up a rag and started cleaning my hands. “While you’re in the office, if Mum’s not in there, can you call the Nissan owner and tell him she’s ready?”
He tipped his chin up. “You got it,” he said before walking away.
I went to the driver’s side of the car and made sure the cover on the seat was in place before I put my grubby coveralls on the material. Once seated, I turned the key, and when the engine roared to life, it was like an orgasm without penetration.
A few of the brothers looked over, grinning.
I drove her from my spot in the garage and parked her in front of the shop before climbing out and removing the plastic sheet from the seat. I pocketed the keys and went straight into the office. Billy wasn’t around, but someone else was.
“Girl, you’ve done a good job. She sounds sweet.”
“Thanks, Mum. Did you or Billy call the owner?”
Mum smirked. “I found Billy on the phone when I came in, and he told me that the owner checked if you would be around when he came to pick it up in an hour.”
