“Nothing,” he answers as we head up a flight of stairs. “Be smart about what?” I ask him as we walk side by side down a long hall and out into an open courtyard, where there is a grill covered with a blue tarp, along with some tables and three metal barrels that are black, as if they have had fires in them before. Without a word to Wes, Harlen grabs my hand once again and leads me away, through another door, this one on the back wall of the shop. “I’ll let Mike know he can come by to pick up his ride,” Wes mutters then lifts his chin. Not really understanding badass guy eye talk, I don’t know what he’s communicating I just know it’s something. “Yep.” I smile, and his eyes roam my face before he looks over my shoulder to Harlen. “You settling in okay?” Wes asks once he’s released me and I’ve taken a step back. Letting Harlen go, even though I kinda like… okay, really like holding his hand, I move around him and into the office to give Wes a hug. Wes’s head jerks back then his eyes come to me and drop to Harlen’s hand still wrapped around mine. Call Mike and let him know,” he says, and I peek around his big frame and see Wes sitting in a rolling chair in front of a metal desk.
With no choice but to go wherever he’s leading me, I follow him toward an open door that looks like an office. “Now that work’s done, it’s time for a beer.” He drops the pliers he’s holding next to another pair then grabs the beer and my hand.
“You wouldn’t have thought that a few hours ago,” he says, and I nod, having no doubt it probably sounded just like it looked before he fixed it. After revving the engine a few times, he shuts it down and gets out. He turns over the engine, and it purrs quietly like it’s brand new. “Well then, for about an hour tomorrow, things will be in order,” I retort, and he shakes his head then gets in the car, leaving the door open.
They’ll be fucked up again by tomorrow morning.” He startles me, and I look over at him just as he moves the cloth from the side of the car and slams the hood closed. “Pliers.” He nods to the toolbox, so I grab the first pair of pliers I see and hand them over, then out of boredom, I move the beer out of the way and start to arrange his tools.
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