I’m watching the sky from the shop as the last of the sun vanishes over the tree line.
“You want me to close up?” Tucker asks as he comes into the garage from the office. “You look like you’ve got a big date or something.”
“Who me?” I ask, forcing a smile.
“Yeah, you,” he chuckles. “You got that starstruck, lovey-dovey look in those big fuckin’ goofy eyes of yours.”
“Anyone ever slap you around before, Tucker?” I ask, uncrossing my arms. He keeps smiling, but takes a nervous step back.
“Hey, man. I trained in Jiu-Jitsu, all right?” he smirks. “I may be pretty, but I know how to move.”
Uh huh.
“Go home, Jackie Chan,” I tell him. “I’ll close up.”
“You’re the best, Vincent,” he says happily. “I got a date in Thomaston. Single mom who has no idea how hot she is.”
“Don’t you get tired
