Haven was a senior in high school and about to graduate. She was a force to be reckoned with, and quite frankly, one of my favorite people.
“Jesus, woman, if you give me more than twenty seconds to assess the problem, I might be able to tell you,” came the irritated voice of Healy from the undercarriage.
“Well, you don’t need to be rude.”
Healy slid out from under the car and sat up. “Do you, or do you not, want me to figure out what the fuck’s wrong with your car and then fix it?”
“Everything okay?” I asked.
Two heads whipped my way.
“Hi, Wrath,” Haven said. “Actually, can you look at my car, please?”
“I can fix it,” Healy said, standing to his feet.
Haven threw her hands in the air. “You can’t even figure out what’s wrong with it.”
“You drove it in here less than twenty minutes ago,” Healy growled. “Maybe hold your tits long enough for me to look at it?”
“Well, if I’d started with Wrath in the first place, it probably would have been done already.”
“You seriously gonna say that while I’mtryingto help you?” Healy challenged.
“I’ve got a bike I’m workin’ on right now, but how about you give Healy more than a second to diagnose the issue, and if he can’t fix it, I’ll take over?” I offered. “In the meantime, you know you could go hang with the housewives.”
“Okay, thanks,” Haven said. “Maybe I’ll do that.”
Healy scowled, sliding himself back under the car and I chuckled, heading to the bike I was restoring for a client. They started arguing again, so I slid earbuds in and focused on the job at hand.
Three hours later, the sweet smell of Sierra’s perfume filled my nose, and I glanced up to see her walking toward me. I noticed Healy and Haven were gone, so that was a good sign that he must have figured out her car issue.
I grinned, pulling my earbuds out. “Hey, baby.”
“Hi.” Sierra settled her hands on her hips. “I’ve been trying to text you forhours.”
I frowned, stepping over to my phone sitting on my tool bench where I’d left it. “Hours, huh?”
She rolled her eyes. “Pretty damn close.”
“Half of one,” I corrected with a chuckle.
“Thirty-fourminutes, actually.”
I closed the distance between us as I pulled off my gloves. “Everything okay?”
“Yep.” She wrapped her arms around my waist and kissed my throat. “Just missed you.”
“You still feelin’ high?”
“No. I’m good.” She gave me a squeeze. “Dinner’s ready, though, if you’re hungry.”
“I could eat.”
“Okay. I’ll wait for you, then.”
“Hey.” I held her close when she tried to pull away. “You okay?”
She nodded. “Just a lot of people that aren’t you up at the cabin.”