Page 20 of For the Record
Coy chewed her thumbnail, her stomach in knots as she waited for Sawyer to reply. After five minutes, her attention waned, and she was sucked back into the game. It wasn’t for another hour before she heard the ping of her phone.
Sassy Sawyer: Random, and nothing to do with the job. Typical Gen Z.
The corner of Coy’s mouth quirked up. Such a Sawyer thing to say.
“I think we’ve got it, kiddo.” Greg grunted as they gave the McLaren one final push onto the lift.
“Ah, it’s looking gooood, Pops,” Coy exclaimed, dashing to shove the gearshift into park as soon as the car was in place. She let out an excited laugh, rushing back to her father’s side. They bumped fists before Coy clapped him on the back. “Let’s get the blocks on.”
“It’s too bad J.D. couldn’t make it,” Greg commented, tossing her a tire block. While he’d been at the shop that morning, Coy had to come early to Sawyer’s to accept the lift delivery. As soon as Miller’s Mechanics & Restoration closed at noon, her dad had found his way here. The only hiccup so far was forgetting to giveSawyer a heads-up that the delivery was coming earlier than planned. It … hadn’t gone over well.
“J.D. took off with Sloane to Squamish,” Coy muttered, squatting to slip the protective mats in place under the McLaren. “Sloane’s a little put out that I took a side job when biking is picking up now. The trails are getting nicer every weekend.”
“Well, I’ve always said, twin or not, you can’t do everything together. You always go out on the trails with Sloane,” Greg reminded her. Once the car was secured, they walked over to the hydraulic controls.
“I know. I’m not doing it to piss her off. I just think this job could be a great opportunity.” Not to mention she’d get to see a lot more of Sawyer. Nothing wrong with that. Nothing at all. “It doesn’t help that we usually work opposite shifts.”
“Might be good to schedule time next week, though. Sloane’s cut from a different cloth than you, McCoy. She doesn’t do well alone.” It wasn’t anything Coy hadn’t heard before, but the reminder dulled her grand mood anyway.
“Did you read the instructions?”
Coy nodded, glancing down at the plate fastened to the top of the control system. For a few grand, the lift was remarkably handy. While it’d been bought on Sawyer’s dime, McCoy wondered if, by the end of this, she could sweet talk her into having it. Based on the fact she was paying to have the McLaren rebuilt rather than scrapped, Sawyer likely threw away money like it was nothing. “Watch and learn, Pops.” She heard him chuckle as she pressed the locking mechanism. Then she pressed up. It took a moment for the gears to shift into place before the machine began to lift.
“So, this is what’s got you two cackling like fools out here,” Sawyer said from the doorway. Coy glanced over her shoulder with a grin, but Sawyer looked unimpressed. “I could hear you from the kitchen. Thought Tim the Tool Man was in the house.”
Coy furrowed her brow. “Tim the Tool Man?” But her father gave Sawyer a good-natured laugh.
“I loved that show!”
“I’m so excited,” Sawyer drolly replied, sounding anything but, “to havetwoMcCoy’s in my house.”
“Puh-lease, he wishes he was as cool as me.” Coy snorted a laugh when her dad popped her on the shoulder. He was so easy to razz. Once Sawyer had gone back into the house, Greg nudged her.
“She’s pretty, Coy.”
Coy wrinkled her nose. “You’re being gross. And we’re not an item.”
“You think she’s gross?”
Groaning, Coy covered her face with one hand, trying to block out himandhis embarrassing questions. “What? No. Sawyer’s gorgeous. You’re gross for bringing it up.”
Greg scratched his goatee, humor shining in his hazel eyes. “I think she likes you.”
Coy started the lift again, shaking her head. “God, please don’t tell her I think she’s attractive. I know when a woman likes me, and that’s not it.”
“We’ll see.”
She shook her head at his need to always have the last word. Their banter could go for hours if she didn’t cave now. She tilted her head toward the McLaren and moved her hand to the release button on the control panel. “Lift is working well.” They watched the car lower back to the floor. Coy was eager to get started on the disassembling process. It was only then she’d know what she needed for parts.
“Want to stay and help?”
“I’d love to, kiddo, but Miranda is coming over tonight. I’m cooking.”
“Ahh, nice. I really like her dad.” Coy smiled.
“Yeah, she’s pretty amazing, isn’t she?” Greg agreed. Coy walked him out to the driveway, watching as he climbed into his truck. It rumbled to life before Greg glanced at her out the window, “Hey, want me to bring you some supper later?”
Coy waved him off. “Not unless you’re taking your honey out for a drive. I won’t be blamed for getting between you and Miranda.” Greg let out a sly chuckle, raising his arm on a wave and driving off.