Headly. “This is gonna be fun,” she said. “You lucked out, girl. It isn’t every day I get to set Eve up. You’re in for a wild damn ride.”
4
––––––––
“T his place is a dump.” Morales took a grease-covered rag and wiped pointlessly at his hands, then threw the towel on the ground and kicked at it with the toe of his boot. “I kinda love it.”
“It’s already got a lift in here, too. Although it’s a little, uh...” Blake tugged at the lever which was supposed to operate the hydraulic car lift, but instead just made it creak and groan like a sick old man trying to get up a flight of stairs. “I mean, it can’t cost too much to get the parts to fix this thing.”
“Well, we don’t have Uncle Sam to give us a couple million dollars every time the tread falls off a tank. In fact, we have approximately,” Morales trailed off and poked at his phone. “Four thousand—hey, what are you doing?”
With a jolt, Blake looked away from the screen he was prodding. “Oh, sorry, uh... nothing. We’ve got two million bucks? Damn man, I thought we were—”
“Someone’s preoccupied with a date,” Morales said, grinning from ear to ear. “No, no, don’t worry about it, keep looking.” Slowly, Blake brought his phone back and looked over the screen. “I’m glad you’re going out. I’m getting tired of your sad ass hanging around the house all the time. I’m just kidding, by the way, about the sad ass business. I’m just happy for you is all.”
Blake cocked a half-smile. “Yeah, I know, I’m just kind of weirded out by the whole thing. I mean, I can’t tell you how long it’s been since I really went on a date date. And I talked to the girl and she sounds... well, kind of awesome, actually. At least, that’s what she told me.” He started chuckling to himself remembering how Lexie had told him all about her living room gymnastics when he called. “Uh... yeah, anyway how about this garage?”
“You are ga-ga over this chick,” Morales observed. “Only you could manage to fall in love with someone before you even meet them. I mean, I guess you talked to her on the phone but I’ll be damned if you’re not completely stupid for this girl. Good thing I’m doubling with you, or you’d probably kill her with affection.”
Blake scowled, though the flush on his cheeks told the whole story. “What the hell are you talking about? I just said she sounded awesome because she was...” he took a deep breath. “Okay fine, here’s the whole story. When I called, she apparently had some difficulty finding the phone, and when she did, she bobbled it around the place, tripping over everything and then catching herself. Did you ever see that old 80s video with Mr. T in it? The one where the kid falls over and does a little break dance then stands back up and that’s, apparently, how you’re supposed to keep from being embarrassed when you trip?”
Morales cocked his head to one side. A bead of sweat ran down from his close-cropped sideburns and soaked into his collar. “Yep,” he said with a self-impressed smirk, “you just said all that shit in one breath. If you’re not in love, you’re on crank.”
Blake punched Morales in the arm hard enough to elicit a yelp of pain. Before long the two of them were laughing, and Morales was rubbing his arm.
“So, what do you think?” it was a distant voice from behind where they were standing, but Morales wasn’t paying enough attention to realize that.
“I think you’re in love with a girl you’ve never met, and I couldn’t be happier for you! I just can’t believe it was apparently so easy.”
“I’m not in love with her,” Blake said. “But that wasn’t even me talking.” He tilted his head toward the wide open bay door where a short, bald man who was wearing a set of coveralls and wiping at his forehead with a rag, stood framed by sunlight.
“I ain’t either, son,” the man said as he approached. “Dave