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car Dave—he owns this place—is storing here.
    Larry says it needs a lot of work before Dave can unload it. We‘ll use
    Norah‘s car; she‘s one of the women in the group. She just got herself a
    ‘97 Cavalier.‖
    Talking more to the wall of tools than Nick, Logan observed,
    ―Shit, they weren‘t much good brand new, let alone twelve years old.‖
    ―Yeah, well—that‘s the kind of car these women can afford,‖
    Nick answered in a frosty tone. ―That‘s why they need this course.
    They generally have old, unreliable cars, live in iffy neighborhoods,
    and possibly have some abusive nut stalking them.‖ He eyed Crane to
    gauge his reaction to that last salvo.
    Logan‘s shoulders merely hunched slightly as he responded,
    ―Thought they lived in that center of yours?‖
    ―Cheryl and Tish do, but Norah has moved out. Getting back to
    the course, what I want is for you to start with the basic stuff and work
    up to auto upkeep—changing oil and stuff like that—and then move on
    to a few really easy repairs.‖
    There was no immediate response from Logan as he stood, staring
    at the tarp-covered car with his hands jammed into his pockets. Nick
    waited him out, and Logan finally looked up briefly and mumbled,
    ―Yeah, sure, sounds good.‖
    With that out of the way, the two men quickly agreed on a weekly
    course to be held every Thursday from three to five p.m. Logan was
    running his hands lightly over some of the equipment as he asked, ―Do
    you know if I‘m allowed to use these tools, or should I bring my own?‖
    ―According to Larry, we can use whatever we want. Apparently
    Dave had a heart attack a few months ago and doesn‘t get here much
    anymore.‖
    Logan finally trained his compelling gaze full-bore on Nick, who
    was surprised at the pain hiding in the impossibly blue depths.
    Surprised to see it or surprised he recognized it, Nick wasn‘t sure.
    ―This a one-man operation, then?‖

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    Nick wanted to ignore the lonesome longing seeping out from
    under that question, but instead his body strummed with the sudden
    need to issue a non sequitur in response: I know, me, too. Wondering if
    he had suddenly lost his mind, he shook his head to clear it before
    answering, ―Yeah, think so.‖
    To cover his disquiet, Nick walked over and flicked the cover off
    the car. His heart leaped at what he found, and he breathed excitedly,
    ―Oh, wow, a T-bird!‖
    There was true reverence in Logan‘s tone as he elaborated, ―A ‘62
    Sports Roadster.‖
    The sudden appearance of his teenage dream car enthralled Nick,
    wholly swamping his revulsion for his companion. ―Wonder if it runs,‖
    he said, jumping into the cherry-red convertible and reaching for the
    key. He ignored Logan‘s muttered protests about getting permission
    and attempted to start the car. It sputtered a few times and died, but
    Nick persisted, and the engine finally came reluctantly to life.
    By now Logan was fully engaged, saying, ―Let‘s have a look
    under the hood.‖
    Nick left the car running but got out to peer over Logan‘s
    shoulder. The mechanic seemed spellbound, standing transfixed with
    ear cocked to the car. ―What are you doing?‖ wondered Nick.
    ―If you listen to a motor run, they‘ll tell ya most of what ya need
    to know. Engines never lie—they‘re great that way.‖ Logan then leaned
    in and started poking around, wiggling a few hoses before tugging at
    the rusted dipstick.
    As Logan worked, he displayed a spectacular view of denim
    stretched tight over his well-defined ass, augmented by a damp, worn,
    western-style shirt doing little to hide strong back muscles. Nick was
    stunned and dismayed when a streak of desire sizzled down his body
    straight into his cock; he couldn‘t help but look down at the slowly
    plumping traitor and murmur, ―What the fuck‘s wrong with you?‖
    Logan straightened up, asking, ―Huh?‖
    ―I said, looks like there‘s a lot wrong