Chapter 4

Rue POV

Two days after hearing about Bernia, I got a call from the new werewolf lord to take a look at his Porsche Panamera or his Ruby. He had a deep, sexy voice with a hint of a Southern accent. His accent sounded like an Alabama one. I took a shower, used the bathroom, ate some breakfast, put on my uniform, grabbed the black tote bag Leslie got me, and headed to my new customer's home.

After hearing that my coworker has been murdered and that I inherited a lot of money, the women in my family were hesitant about me doing these jobs by myself. To appease the women, the men in my family gave me a multi-tool knife, a personal alarm, some very strong mace, some stun guns, and a hammer. Using my abilities in a fight is a last resort, and I hope never to use my abilities in a fight. Granted, I use my strength in a fight, but there is no such thing as a fair fight. This mama here likes to fight dirty, and will fight men and women. I can box and street fight, and I am the type of fighter who will pull hair and throw dirt in your eyes.

I was surprised that the werewolf lord is three miles from my family home. It is a secluded, but beautiful, contemporary home. I have a handful of business cards in my tote bag along with my weapons. JJ and Mom advised me to have a social media account to increase business. Dad wants me to hire a secretary or an employee, like another mechanic, to help me out. I told him that my business needs to be booming first.

My family is expecting me home on Sunday because my play cousin is coming back home after graduating from college after six years. It would be good to see Nathan Pelton again. Nathan Pelton is a fellow werewolf who is half-white, half-American Indian, the Peltons are good friends with my family. Nathan, JJ, and I have lost touch over the years. He earned an Associate's degree in Political Science and a Bachelor's degree in Criminal Justice. I remember Nathan as a sarcastic, friendly, carefree, playful, and hot-headed 18-year-old boy. He is going to work for my dad as an enforcer, or what humans call a police officer. Let's hope he is still the same person I grew up with.

As soon as I parked in the driveway, I parked my van, and stepped out. The front door of the house opened abruptly, and the werewolf lord I was hired to help stepped out. We both froze when we saw each other. He smelled like a meadow, and I instantly knew that he was my mate. This guy was fine as hell with espresso-skin, superhero body, and short black buzz cut. The 6'4 barefoot werewolf was shirtless with a hairy chest, but he was wearing gray jogger pants that showed that he was well-endowed. I know that as a shifter, I shouldn't be bashful about nudity or dick prints, but I am still not used to it. We go running in our werewolf forms, while Mom stays behind and takes care of our discarded clothes. Mom would use electronics, books, and food to pass the time. The timing couldn't be worse, but hey, what the hell?

Joshua POV

I just got off the phone with Victoria when I smelled something earthy and a little heavenly scent. I jerked the door open to see an angel in coveralls and a curly black bun. I walked over to my mate and shook her hand. Her mismatched eyes are unique, and she was a natural beauty. Her curvy pear-shaped body is my wish come true. I like curvy, tall girls, and my mate is one of them. Victoria told me that the mechanic is a native here. She may be from the South, but she is built like she is. "I am Joshua Williams, and my Ruby needs your help," I said, shaking her hand. "I am Rue Johnson, at your service," she introduced.

Four Hours Later

In four hours, Rue found several problems with my Ruby. She laid out a tarp on my driveway and had me park on it. Rue's heart-shaped behind looked delicious. She showed me what was wrong, and how to fix it. Rue was extremely patient with me, while I would get impatient. We flirted and got to know the basics about each other. We talked about our families, our jobs, and her new home. We vibed together, and I thanked my lucky stars that she seemed like a decent person. I usually go for the Southern belles, country girls, and church girls; and those relationships end miserably. Rue didn't have a ring on her finger or a male's scent on her, which I hoped meant that she was single.

The lifter had air trapped in it, and Ruby was in dire need of an oil change. There was a small crack on Ruby's windshield, she used her cloth-covered hand to cover it, mumbled some words, and her hand started to glow. When Rue removed her hand, the crack was gone. My beautiful mate is a halfling, I thought in amazement. She even replaced my wiper fluid, her services cost $280, which I agreed on. We talked about cooking, playing pool, and sports. She handed me her business card, but had to leave once she received a couple more calls from customers who required her help. Rue bade me a farewell before leaving.

Once she left, I went inside and called Victoria. I told her what had transpired, and she let out an excited, high-pitched squeal. She was happy to get a new cousin, but more happy that I found my mate. I gave my cousin the task of collecting any information on Rue Johnson. I am fixing to ask my mechanic out on a date. Rue Johnson will be my Luna and the mother of my future children. I can imagine her teaching the members of my pack how to fix cars.