#Chapter 21 Car Repair

“I don’t know how you can help,” I said as I looked back at my dead car. “There’s no repair shop in town. I’m not sure if there’s even a tow truck.” “Well, lucky for you, I happen to know a thing or two about cars.” Andrew climbed out of his Aston Martin and popped the trunk. “I also take a full toolkit with me wherever I go, just in case.” I smirked. “I guess it’s a good thing I waved down Mr. Handyman, then.” “No, it’s a good thing that Mr. Mechanic saw you on the side of the road and decided to take pity on you.” He winked at me, and I giggled. “Touché, Mr. Mechanic.” Andrew set his toolkit on the ground and started to take off his suit jacket and tie. “Why don’t you hop down and pop the hood for me?” “Sure thing.” I slid down, popped the hood, and then propped it up. By the time I was done, Andrew had removed his suit jacket and tie and rolled up his sleeves. I swallowed hard at the sight of his forearms. “All right, let’s take a look at this bad boy and see w