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Page 3 of Flipping the Script

“Never.” He hip checked me hard enough I stumbled before catching myself on the counter.

“Children,” Zander, our other coworker and de facto supervisor since it was just the three of us in the shop, said from the doorway to the back area. “Do I need to separate you two?”

“Sorry, daddy.” Isaac batted his eyelashes at him.

“We’ll be good.” I held up three fingers like I was a Boy Scout.

Zander shot us a flat look that quickly melted into a smile. “You boys are going to be the death of me.”

“Blame Dev. He thought putting us on the same shift as you was a good idea.” Isaac blew him a kiss. “This is his fault.”

“I thought you loved working with us and you’re going to be heartbroken when the new guy starts and you don’t get to see us on the weekends anymore?” I asked, feigning shock.

Zander’s lips twisted like he was trying to hide his grin. “No,” he deadpanned.

“You wound us.” Isaac put his hands over his heart theatrically. “You mean you don’t want to be our work daddy?”

“Fuck off with that shit. I’m only a few years older than you.” Zander leaned against the door frame.

“Daddy is a state of mind,” Isaac said innocently.

Zander pinned him with a look that could only be described as a smolder. “Does someone want to be my good boy?” he asked, his voice low and a bit rumbly.

“Jesus.” Isaac looked away from Zander’s stare and crossed, then uncrossed his arms a few times, like he was trying to figure out where to put his hands.

I laughed and bumped his shoulder again. “Is someone about to have a bi-awakening?”

“Not likely.” Isaac grinned, his usual carefree attitude back. “I spent fifteen years playing hockey and hanging out in changerooms. Pretty sure it woulda happened already if I swung that way.”

“Never say never,” I teased.

“Is there anything else on the schedule?” Zander asked.

Isaac pulled the keyboard of the computer closer to him and tapped on it to wake the monitor. He clicked a few of the keys. “Nope. And it looks like the owner of the Volvo you just finished is picking it up tomorrow. Here’s hoping no one comes in or calls in the next ten minutes and we can get the fuck out of here on time for once.”

Ding.

The three of us whirled toward the entrance and the person who’d just come in.

“Hi.” They hurried over to us, their heels clicking on the tiled floors. “Are you still open?”

“We are,” Isaac said with a bright smile.

“What can we help you with?” I asked as Zander slipped into the back area. He wasn’t big on the customer service part of being a mechanic and avoided talking to customers whenever possible.

They rushed up to the counter and slapped their oversized purse on the surface with a hollowthunk.

“Oh, thank god.” They looked between us. “I was driving, and my check engine light came on, but it was flashing. And my stepdad said that I need to pull overimmediatelyif that happens and get someone to look at it.”

“We can definitely take care of that for you.” Isaac woke the computer up. “Do you have a file here?”

They shook their head. “I found this place on Google. Is that okay? Do I need one?”

“Nope.” Isaac opened a blank file. “I’ll just grab your information, and we’ll get one set up for you.”

I half listened as Isaac asked for their name and contact number. Of course someone would come in at the eleventh hour on the one day I needed to get out of here on time.

“Did you notice anything different or strange before the light came on?” Isaac asked when everything was set up.




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