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.

together,” the servant explained, his voice full of pride. “Mr. Logan here is so good with his cars, it allows him to

cars. I’m good with mechanical stuff. You might find it surprising, but I love

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 I had previously

huge garage, its large doors sliding open to reveal

revealed was far from a simple storage space for vehicles. It was a meticulously organized temple

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

really struck me, though, was the sheer size of it. It was more akin to a professional showroom than a personal garage. Polished concrete floors reflected the overhead lighting, casting a warm glow that danced across

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

of tools and mechanical equipment was arranged

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

area with leather chairs, framed photographs of racing moments, and

relaxation and reflection. I could almost envision Logan and his friends or fellow enthusiasts gathering here to discuss their latest projects or just

all yours?” I asked, slowly walking down

smudge off of one of the car

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

with these cars. He didn’t just drive them, he understood them. He tinkered with them, improved them, and made them a part of

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

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

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

it attracted me. My wolf was practically begging for me to get dirty right along with him amongst all of these cars. It took everything in my power to hold her