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.

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

a playful glint appeared in his eyes. “Yes, cars. I’m good with mechanical stuff. You might find it surprising, but

to follow him, and I did, still feeling slightly dazed. As we walked 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

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

storage space for vehicles. It was a meticulously organized temple of automotive beauty

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

to a professional showroom than

classic vintage piece, was positioned with deliberate care, allowing ample room to admire them from

tools and mechanical

instruments were hung in clear view, ready to be used at a moment’s notice. There were workbenches cluttered with engine parts, sketches,

lounge area with leather chairs, framed photographs of racing moments, and shelves lined with trophies and

only as a place for work but also for relaxation and reflection. I could almost envision Logan and his friends or fellow enthusiasts gathering here to discuss

asked, slowly walking down the row

of the hem of his shirt to wipe a smudge off of one of the car hoods. “Years and years of saving my money

I wandered over to it, my eyes taking in the cream-colored leather interior and the hood that was so shiny I could see myself

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

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

out in one of my fastest cars and show you a good time,” he said, his voice dripping

with this new side of Logan that had been unveiled. The cars, the machinery, the hands-on approach

for me to get dirty right along with him amongst all of these cars. It took everything in