His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 281 Fast Cars & Slow Smiles

Ella

“A broken furnace? Isn’t this a servant’s job?”

As soon as the words slipped out of my mouth, I felt my eyes widened. “Ella!” my wolf growled, annoyed by my words. “That’s rude! Why did you say that?”

Truthfully, I didn’t know why I said it. It just… slipped out. Surprise, maybe?

“I-I’m sorry,” I said aloud, swallowing. “That was rude. I just meant that I’m shocked to see you working on a furnace, that’s all.”

My words were met with a chuckle from the other man who was working with Logan. The servant, a man of about fifty with grizzled hair and weathered hands, looked up at me from where he kneeled on the floor next to the furnace and winked.

I know it’s shocking for a man of Mr. Logan’s status, but believe it or not, we work on all kinds of stuff together,” the servant explained, his voice full of pride. “Mr. Logan here is so good with his cars, it allows him to fix all manner of things. We’re all happy to have him for a

appeared in his eyes. “Yes, cars. I’m good

through the expansive mansion, I couldn’t shake off the astonishment I felt. The Logan who stood before me, hands covered in grease and shirt stained with sweat, was far from the suave, sophisticated man

a huge garage, its large doors sliding open to reveal yet another secret about

was far from a simple storage space for vehicles. It

stepped further inside, my eyes widened into saucers. I couldn’t help but feel like I had entered into Logan’s secret sanctuary. Almost instantly, my senses were assaulted by the smell of gasoline and rubber, but it was a good smell. Pleasantly

was the sheer size of it. It was more akin to a professional showroom than

a luxurious sports model or a classic vintage piece, was positioned with deliberate care, allowing

wall, a collection of tools and mechanical equipment

and specialized automotive instruments were hung in clear view, ready to be used at a moment’s notice. There

small lounge area with leather chairs, framed photographs of racing moments,

envision Logan and his friends or fellow enthusiasts gathering here to discuss their latest projects or

slowly walking down the

said, using a clean part of the hem of his shirt to wipe a smudge off of one of the car hoods. “Years and years of saving my money led to this. That one down there

but it looked vintage. And fast. I wandered over to it, my eyes taking in the cream-colored leather

could see that Logan had a hands-on relationship with these cars. He didn’t just drive them, he understood them. He tinkered

voice tinged with passion. “I love working on them, tweaking, modifying, and of course, driving them.

cocky grin that I had seen so many times before. “I could take you out in one of my fastest cars and show you a good time,” he said,

blinked at him with wide eyes, my mind still grappling with this new side of Logan that had been

get dirty right along with him amongst all of