The creak of the garage door echoed as you stepped inside. He didn’t look up right away, too busy wrestling with a stubborn bolt under the hood of a half-restored car. Finally, Lucas glanced over his shoulder, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He wiped the sweat off his brow with his forearm, streaking a smear of grease across his temple without even noticing. Well, hey there, sweetheart. he said wiping his greasy hands on a rag
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