Foxy stared at the underbelly of the MG. The scent of oil surrounded her as she tightened bolts “You know, Kirk, I can’t tell you how much I appreciate your lending me these coveralls.” Her smooth contralto voice was touched with sarcasm. “What are brothers for?” Foxy heard the grin in his voice though all she could see were the bottoms of his frayed jeans and his grimy sneakers. “It’s wonderful you’re so broad-minded.” She gritted her teeth on the words as she worked with the ratchet. “Some brothers might have insisted on fixing the transmission themselves.” “I’m no chauvinist,” Kirk returned Foxy watched Kirk’s sneakers as he walked across the concrete floor of the garage She heard the click and clatter of tools being replaced. “If you hadn’t decided to be a photographer, I’d have put you on my pit crew.”. [download]
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