not bothering to lock it. Pebbles crunched under her feet as she walked to the door on the side of the building.
She heard men laughing inside and the sound of tools hitting metal. The combo drowned out the soft music playing in the background. Jenna poked her head inside. Her presence killed the conversation.
“Who are you?” one of the men asked, stepping away from a Lincoln MKX. “And what are you doing here unescorted?”
Unescorted? What did he mean by that? “I’m Jenna.” She gestured to the Bug. “I just wanted to make sure my car made it here.” She loved her car and was determined to get it running again. “Aidan said it would be okay to work on it.”
The man glanced at her car and scratched his head. “Not sure when we’re going to have time to get to it. We have our hands full right now.” He jerked his chin toward to the Lincoln and the truck on racks beside it.
Jenna bit back a smile. He wasn’t the first man to assume that she needed help. He wouldn’t be the last. “That’s all right. I think I can handle it on my own.”
The man’s gaze turned more assessing.
“Don’t worry, I won’t get in the way.” The smell of grease and sweat greeted Jenna as she entered the garage, reminding her of home.
The large space had several bays, but only three were used for repair. The rest held luxury sedans and sports cars. Each work bay came equipped with hydraulic lifts and enough diagnostic equipment to open a shop.
Various sized tires were stacked against the right wall. Shelving units containing standard parts lined the back. To the left of the tires, a row of tools hung above a long workbench, organized from small to large and by type.
The man who’d questioned her stepped forward and gave her a sheepish grin, which was at odds with his hulking size. “I’m Nic. That’s Bernie.” He hiked his thumb over his shoulder to point to the man under the hood of the Lincoln. “And that’s Josh.” The latter stood near the rear of the car and didn’t look old enough to drive. He smiled and waved as their eyes met.
“Nice to meet you,” Jenna said. “I’ll let you get back to it.”
Nic continued to stare at her.
“I’ll call you, if I need you,” she said.
“Sure.” Nic hesitated, then backed into a tray of tools. The tray crashed onto the ground, sending socket wrenches and screwdrivers skittering across the concrete floor.
“Might help if you look where you’re going,” Bernie said.
Jenna watched crimson creep into Nic’s cheeks.
He spun around, took one step, and tripped over a crowbar. Nic grunted and somehow kept his feet under him. That didn’t stop Bernie and Josh from busting a gut though.
“Something got you distracted, Nic?” Josh howled with laughter.
Keep it up, pup,” Nic muttered.
Jenna poked her head under the Bug’s bonnet, so Nic wouldn’t see her laughing, but she couldn’t stop her shoulders from shaking.
The laughter gradually faded and the men went back to work.
Jenna grabbed a nearby light and clipped it to the metal frame, then slowly examined the engine. While she did, she couldn’t help but overhear the conversation taking place beside her.
“I changed out the right rear hub bearing assembly,” Nic said. “That got rid of the noise, but caused a glitch in the ABS braking system. Now I have speed sensor code being set during the test drive.”
In her peripheral, she saw Josh glance her way, then quickly turn his attention back to the job. “I can’t figure out why you’re getting an ABS light and no speed signal from the wheel with the new hub bearing assembly in place.”
They bantered various theories and suggestions back and forth, but no one was coming up with a solution. Jenna stopped what she was doing. “It’s none of my business,” she said, “but did you happen to use an aftermarket assembly?”
Three sets of eyes locked onto her. Nic hitched his hip against the side of the car. “Let’s say that I