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like I couldn’t help defending myself. I felt like he was attacking me and Braden .
    Honestly, Parker confuses me. One minute, he’s decent, apologizing and making conversation, and the next, he’s rude as anything. He makes my head spin, and I don’t have time for that. I don’t have time for Parker or any other man for that matter.
    I pull into the parking lot of Callahan’s and park in the back, away from the customers. Flipping my visor down, I check my reflection in the mirror. My hair is pulled back into a low ponytail, showing off the small pearl earrings and necklace Braden bought me to wear on our wedding day.
    I touch one and then the other. “Wish me luck.”
    Grabbing my purse and lunch tote, I get out of my SUV and head to the shop. It’s already bustling with activity. A few of the guys stop and stare. One starts to whistle, but another smacks him on the back of the head.
    “Dude. Manners.” He picks up a wrench. “Rowan will have your ass if she catches you doing that to customers.”
    The whistler flashes me an apologetic look. “Sorry, ma’am.”
    I nod, and then hurry inside, my heels clicking on the tiled floor. Inside, it looks like a store from the 1950s with retro furniture, lots of chrome, and old pictures of a man and woman working on cars displayed on the walls.
    My eyes widen as a gorgeous woman with long, blonde hair and big, blue eyes walks up to me. She’s wearing a shirt with the Callahan’s logo, dark jeans, and silver Vans.
    “Hi. What can I help you with? Oil change, tire rotation or something more serious?” she asks.
    “None of the above.”
    Her brow creases, then smoothes out. “You’re Brooklyn, aren’t you?”
    “Yes, and you must be Rowan.” I hold out my hand, and she gives me a long look before taking it. “Nice to meet you.”
    “Do you always dress so prissy?” she asks as she finishes our handshake and lets go.
    A little taken aback, I can’t help but reply, “Is that a problem?”
    She laughs. “Not at all. We need some class in this place, now that Miss Myrtle can’t come in every day.”
    As if to illustrate her point, a guy comes rushing in, oil dripping from his entire body. “If you don’t tell Stryker to keep his fucking dog at home, I’m going to quit. Every time I turn around, I’m practically tripping over him.”
    Rowan rounds on him. “First, watch your mouth. Second, Stryker’s dog is a service dog, so he stays. Third, Boyd, say hello to our new assistant manager, Brooklyn Reeves.”
    A slow grin covers Boyd’s oily face, his white teeth a sharp contrast. “S’up, girl.”
    Rowan mutters something under her breath, while I bite down hard on my inner cheek to keep from laughing. She snatches a handful of napkins from beside the coffee dispenser and throws them at him, smacking him in the chest. The paper sticks to his shirt. “It’s Ms. Reeves to you and everyone else. Now, go clean up and spread the word to the other guys.”
    “Will do, Little Boss.” He grabs the paper towels and wipes his face off. “Nice to meet you, Ms. Reeves.”
    With a hidden smile, I glance at Rowan, who crosses her arms over her chest and gives him a pointed look. She reminds me of Soon Lin, someone who can bust balls and get things done.
    “Nice to meet you, too, Boyd.”
    He laughs. Shaking her head, Rowan motions for me to follow her. We head to the back of the shop, going down a narrow hallway and then inside her office.
    “Have a seat,” she says, perching on the edge of her desk. The light is better in here, and for the first time, I realize that Rowan is my age.
    I dig in my purse and pull out a copy of my resume. “I brought this just in case.”
    Taking it, she lifts a brow. “Did you bring your cup?”
    Flushing, I shake my head.
    “You’re from Jacksonville?”
    “Sort of. I’m from Columbia—it’s a town near the Outer Banks—but I moved away to attend Coastal Community after high school. After, I got,” I swallow. “