I stepped into her space. She was fucking spectacular. Curves and legs for days and fistable hair. And that scowl. She was a goddamn dream. “C’mon, my friend here wants to make a big statement, and you have the best cars around.”
“Find another sucker. I want to go home and watch the game.”
I frowned. “College football?”
“No, women’s soccer, Thor. You know, a real sport.”
I glanced down at her slash of scarlet lips. I really wouldn’t mind messing up her lipstick. I didn’t usually like the taste of it, but I’d make an exception. “Do you play?”
“I’d kick your ass.” She straightened and crossed her arms over her stunning chest. “Regardless, I’m going home. I’m tired, and it’s been a long day.”
I glanced to the right where I could see into the garage. A purple Cadillac El Dorado had the hood up. “That car. Right there. Statement. It’ll only take ten minutes. Half an hour max. We don’t even need to go anywhere. He lives right here. We just gotta get his attention.”
“Absolutely not. No one drives that but me. That’s my wheels.”
“Yours?” Luna hopped up so she could see from where she stood at the counter. “It’s beautiful. And it’s a convertible.”
“No one drives Lucille but me,” Amazonian girl said and lifted her chin.
“Okay. You drive.”
She dropped her arms to her sides. “What? No. I told you I’m heading out.”
“You know the beginning of the game is lame. You can catch up. And I’ll owe you.”
“I could give a crap.” She tilted her head.
“I can do anything.” I mirrored her folded arms.
“I’m sure you think so.” She jerked her head toward the door. “Out.”
“No, I mean, I can do anything. Not that I wouldn’t like to try what you were thinking,” I waggled my brows, “but I work for Gideon. We literally can do any job.”
“Anything?”
I nodded. “I can build pretty much anything you want. I do a fair bit of plumbing, I demo like a goddamn god. Sheetrock, carpentry…you name it.”
She tapped her finger on her forearm, then she grinned slowly. “You’re gonna pay for this one, Thor.”
I swallowed. I hoped so. “She’s in love with my best friend. It’s worth it.”
She narrowed her gaze at me. “Hmm. Thirty minutes and not a minute longer.”
“Deal.” I held out my hand.
She didn’t move for what felt like an ice age. Then she took it and shook. “Deal.”
Goddamn what that grip would feel like on the more impressive parts of me. I grinned. “Now let’s get these two crazy kids together.”
Luna pushed me aside and threw her arms around the Amazon. “I don’t even know your name, but I appreciate you so much.”
“It’s Tish.” She looked like she was ready to hurl. She grimaced and patted Luna’s shoulder awkwardly. “I already regret this decision.”
Nineteen
I stood on the sidewalk as the huge bay doors of Kramer & Burns Custom opened with a metallic shriek of gears, rollers, and startlingly large chains.
The most badass, feminine convertible I’d ever seen rolled out slowly. Chrome headlights arrowed back to the endless lines of the beast of a car. The top was down and the seats were a crisp glowing white leather. The afternoon rays hit the shimmery lilac finish like a spotlight. There wasn’t a speck of dust or pollen on the windshield, chrome, or paint. In fact, it was probably in better shape now than when it came off the assembly line.