Page 75 of Tank’s Weakness

“Sorry we’re late,” I say as I take the seat closest to the window and across from Sloane.

“You’re on time,” Gunner says.

“This one just likes to be early to scope the place out,” Sloane says.

“Never a bad thing to be safe,” I say.

“You just had to sit me so my back is to the front door,” Tank mutters as he sits down, sliding his chair closer to mine.

“You have clear line of sight to the back exit if you look over my left shoulder,” Gunner tells him.

Sloane looks at me and rolls her eyes. “Men.”

I can’t help but giggle. “So paranoid.”

“I’ll show you paranoid,” Tank teases, squeezing my leg under the table.

“Behave,” I quip.

The server comes up then and takes our drink and appetizer orders before walking away.

“So how was the shop this week? Work on anything fun?” I ask.

Sloane shakes her head. “Nothing came through the bay that was cool, so it was pretty boring, but I did find a marketplace ad for a car that I’m trying to convince this one to go check out.”

She points her thumb toward her man.

“Keep pointing that thing at me and I’ll bite it. Second, we already have one project car that we need to finish before we find another,” Gunner says.

“But we’re almost done,” Sloane adds.

“What car is it?” Tank asks.

“It’s a Porsche 959. Twin turbo, topped out at 197 miles per hour,” Sloane sighs with a dreamy look on her face.

Tank whistles, so I look between the three of them.

“One, why would you ever need to go that fast? Second, I take it that it’s a special car?”

“Yes,” all three of them say in unison.

“As for your first question, there is no need to go that fast, but why not?” Sloane shrugs.

“Which is exactly why I don’t want to restore it with you. You would go that fast just for shits and giggles,” Gunner says.

I can’t help but stare at the man in disbelief.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” he asks, running his hand over his beard.

I shake my head. “No, I just don’t think I’ve ever heard you say so many words at once.”

Tank and Sloane break out in laughter, laughing so hard tears fall down their cheeks.

Gunner grunts. “Now you’ve gone and done it.”

“Sorry?” I shrug, not really feeling sorry.

The server comes back and drops off our drinks and appetizers. She takes our dinner order and rushes off once again.