Chapter 28

“Time to stop fucking around, Jen.” He banged on the trunk of the car. Ashley followed his gaze to a pair of legs sticking out from beneath the chassis. “Your Ford’s here.”

“Don’t stop fucking around on my account,” Ashley said, leaning on a nearby workbench. “I’ve got time.”

Otto shrugged. “It’s your dime. But if you’re waiting for her to finish what she’s working on, you’ll be here all day. And tomorrow. Not even Jen’s good enough to get this piece of shit going again.”

“I am, too!”

Her voice was muffled from beneath the car, her amused vehemence undeniable. Otto grinned and began heading back toward the Thunderbird.

“That’s your bay she’s parked the beast in.” He looked at Ashley. “What you do with it is your business.”

Ashley watched Otto walk away before he turned back to look at Jenny’s legs. He heard a grunt of frustration and the clang of tools meeting concrete. “So is citified a bit of technical jargon I’m not familiar with?”