Chase shot Austin a look sharp enough to cut glass. It made Austin feel like one wrong word would send him straight to heaven.

"I, uh... I run a car repair shop. If your car ever acts up, just hit me up," Austin offered.

Eliana gave him a serious once-over. "You don't exactly look the part, though." She didn't catch a whiff of motor oil either.

Austin chuckled casually. "I'm not the one turning wrenches. That's for my employees."

"Oh, got it," Eliana nodded, smiling. ...