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Chevelle that some dumbass let go to shit. It’s a project car, and it’s gonna to be a goddamn beast when it’s restored right.”
    “Yeah, it will be,” Jay agreed. “But this 396 needs rebuilt and—”
    “You resell this car, you’re making a shitload more than I’m asking for it.”
    “And what do you think I need to do to resell it ?” Jay asked him. When Chris didn’t respond, Jay said, “Exactly. A shitload of time and money. The bodywork alone is gonna be an undertaking. I understand you want seven grand for it, but you won’t get it from me, and I doubt you’ll be lucky enough to find someone else to pay you that unless he’s an idiot. I’m not being a greedy asshole about it; I’m just stating a fact. I’ll give you five grand in cash for it.”
    Chris scoffed and shook his head. “My wife would fucking castrate me.”
    “Well how ‘bout you talk it over with her and let me know. You have my number, right?”
    Jay turned for the street and Beck followed behind him.
    “Wait,” Chris called after them. Jay turned around, prepared for a counter offer. Chris was hesitant but finally said, “Sixty-five.”
    “Fifty- four, and that’s as high as I’ll go. Talk to your wife about it and let me know.”
    “Fifty-eight,” Chris sighed. Shaking his head he added, “Please. That’s as low as I can go, I swear to God.”
    It was going to kill him, but Jay needed to decline. He was already above his limit and just couldn’t give up that much cash right now.
    But Beck answered, “Deal. We’ll pick it up tonight and we’ll bring the cash.” He steppe d forward to shake Chris’s hand, who seemed relieved.
    “That’s cool with you?” Chris asked Jay, holding out his hand to him as well.
    Jay shook it, biting back a stubborn retort that would be directed at Beck. “Yeah, that’s cool with me,” he nodded. “We’ll come back with a trailer tonight. Six o’clock okay?”
    “Yeah, that’s fine,” Chris agreed. “See you then.”
    Jay bobbed his head and headed straight for Beck’s Mach 1. He slid into the passenger’s seat as Beck sat behind the wheel.
    “Don’t be a fucking baby,” Beck told him as he turned the ignition. “If you don’t want my money, I’ll buy the damn thing myself.”
    “I don’t need your charity,” Jay mumbled.
    “It’s an investment, dumbass. You’ll pay me back.”
    “Along with the other four grand I owe you? Okay, just let me know when you want that pulled out of my ass, as well.”
    The car revved into the street and Beck shook his head. “Jay, I started out the same way you did. Working as a regular fucking mechanic when all I wanted to have was the glorious reward of restoring classics. You’ve been working with me off and on for six years, man. I know what you got inside you.” He reached over and pounded a fist against Jay’s chest. “Someday you’ll get that shop, man. I know it. For now, maybe you shouldn’t move out of Teague’s house, huh? If he’s not bootin’ you out, why not stay?”
    “You make it sound like I freeload off him,” Jay scowled. “I split the rent, you know. I’ve always split the rent, even when he said I didn’t have to.”
    “Even when—?”
    “Yes, even then,” Jay sighed. “Can we just drop the money issue? I’m getting a fucking headache.”
    “It probably hasn’t gone away since last night,” Beck smirked. “Jesus, you were wasted. Jess wanted to dump you off at the curb.”
    Jay looked out the window as the scenery passed by. “Maybe next time you should,” he barely answered.

Chapter Three
     
     
    “Long, long, long, long!” a defender shouted. It didn’t matter though, because Teague’s throw to Jay in the end zone was perfect and nobody even touched him.
    “That’s a fucking wrap, boys!” Beck gloated to the other team of players as he did a little jig and slapped Jay on the back.
    “You’re gonna brag about beating a team that’s missing players?” one of the guys