I pull my eyes from his to glance around the now silent garage at the curious, staring faces of his co-workers. “Uh-oh…”
“Just ignore them,” he says, refusing to look away from me.
“Will, is this a bad idea?”
“Only one way to find out. And I really want to find out.”
My body twitches with familiar, almost forgotten, delight, but I can’t shake that feeling out of the pit of my gut. I chalk it up to being watched, as there are at least a dozen eyes still gawking at us from around the garage.
“Hey, people!” Marv shouts from his office. “Let’s get back to work!”
Will clears his throat and takes a step back as the others resume their work. “I should…”
“Change some oil.” I nod. “I’ll see you tonight.”
He smiles as he lowers himself back down onto the creeper. I keep an eye on him as I walk away and he checks me out for a second or two before rolling back underneath the car.
I turn my palm over to stare at my car keys.
Okay. Maybe fairy tales aren’t so bad after all.