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.

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 boss ’cause he helps out with

good with mechanical

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 sweat, was far from the suave, sophisticated

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

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

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

akin to a professional showroom than a personal garage. Polished concrete floors reflected the

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

a collection of tools and mechanical equipment was arranged with almost

used at a moment’s notice. There were workbenches cluttered with engine parts, sketches,

the garage, I noticed a small lounge area with leather chairs, framed photographs of racing

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

are all yours?” I asked, slowly

the car hoods. “Years and years of saving my money led to this. That

red car. I knew nothing about cars, but it looked vintage. And fast. I wandered over to it, my eyes taking in the cream-colored leather interior and the hood that was so shiny I could see

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

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

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

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

to get dirty right along with him

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