Chapter 35

Josh wiped his hands on the grease rag he kept tucked in his back pocket and heaved a sigh of relief. Wrestling a new radiator into place on the big pickup with the double cab and the jacked up tires had taken longer than he expected. He wished he could figure a tactful way to get Antony to pass along to his customer the value of continued, regular maintenance. He could have spent the entire afternoon on this baby alone. But hey, it wasn't his garage. He did the jobs he was given and made sure he did them right.

He stretched and tried to stifle a yawn.

"Too many late nights?"

He looked over to see Tank grinning at him. Rather than being giant-sized as the name indicated, Tank Murphy was tall and lanky. But he had muscles of steel, and Antony once said he was sure the man was an engine whisperer. He could fix anything no matter how crappy the shape it came in.

"Nope." Josh shook his head. "As a matter of fact, early to bed is my motto." Then he snapped his mouth shut. In less than a