"You can still back out you know," Jacob said smiling at me as he gripped the handles of the double doors that lead into his garage. I threw my hands onto my hips, sizing him up as I smirked in a confident and cocky manner, "No chance. Bring it." He laughed and lightly shook his head as he began leaning back slowly to open the doors. "Alright, you asked for it. But I will not take 'You didn't warn me' as an acceptable response when you've been put to shame," he said jokingly as he used an over dramatic female voice to construct my desired reaction in the midst of his own.
"Duly noted, but there is several slight issues to that statement. One, I do not sound that way and two, I will not need a retort because you my darling will be the one who bring dishonor to himself today," I said as he threw the doors open wide and smiled at me. "We will see," he said releasing the handles as the motioned me in.
I swept my eyes over his workshop as I entered. It was very clean, his tools were properly maintained and some were displayed on hooks hanging on the far end of the workspace above the work bench. On the wall to my right he had two large tool chests. One was an older, faded red one that appeared to be heavily used but still very much cared for. I assumed they were either his very first set or a hand me down from his father's younger years. It stood next to a much newer black chest that was adorned with the brand name of 'Snap-On', obviously a much more recent investment that he took much pride in.
On the adjacent wall, there were several cabinets that I was sure housed larger still essential tools of the trade, such as drop cloths and things of that nature and all the odd and end bottles that accompanied this hobby. I saw a set of ramps and various jacks that varied in age, yet all held the appearance of high quality and durability. And in the far corner was a shop vacuum and broom. It was very easy to see that he took a lot of pride in his passion and that he did so with care and respect. He was slightly backwoods but yet very dedicated as well, a very rare combination. I could feel his pride emanating from every inch of his work area and I was greatly pleased to be witnessing this side of him.
I nodded in approval as I worked my way around the shop, my hands still on my hips, "Not bad." He came to my side, following my eyes with his own as he spoke, "Yeah it's not the greatest, but anything you could possible think you would need is in here somewhere. I can guarantee you that." I nodded in acceptance as I brought my gaze back around to him, "You take pride, it's very easy to see that. So, I do not doubt you on that." He smiled in gratitude as we held each others eyes for a moment before I pulled mine from his and brought them to the bike in the middle of the shop. It was older, yet like everything else within these walls, very well maintained and appreciated. It appeared to have been rebuilt, the parts carefully cleaned and replaced over an extensive amount of time. I enjoyed his gravitation towards the older models, I shared this fondness with him.
"So is she the one who needs a looking at?" I said nodding towards it as I pushed the sleeves of my black thermal shirt up before running my fingers through my loose hair and tying it up and out of my face in a high ponytail. "Yeah, it's a 1985 Harley Spirit. I've broken it down and completely rebuilt it. It's running a bit sluggish, I assumed it's a carburetor issue. So, I worked the carbs and by that I mean the float bowls, floats, needles, jets, diaphragms and every other little piece got removed until it was down to just the carb bodies, butterfly valves, and linkage between them," he started to explain as I examined the bike.
"Then, I soaked it in a gallon of carb cleaner overnight and the next morning, I clean it all with a lighter spray carb cleaner before I used part washer next. Once I was done with that I then blow it out with compressed air and gave the jets the same treatment. Trust me, everything is completely clean. So, I reassembled everything, put it back in and took for a ride. Same problem, all that work improved it a bit but still barely did a damn thing," he said as I twisted my lips and kneeled next to it.
"How sluggish are we talking?" I asked as I tilted my head to the side and examined the workings visible to me from this angle, everything looked clean. "Well," he said as he came to my side, slipping his hands into his pockets as he spoke, "I open the throttle wide and after a slow buildup it feels like she's running at half throttle . It's really frustrating."
"Um hum," I said nodding as I stood and turned my face to his my hands still on my hips, "How long has she been sitting?" He contorted his brow slightly as he studied me in mild amazement, "I don't know like five months or so, winter into spring mostly cause of the riding conditions. How could you tell?" I smiled and pointed to his back tire, "Slight flat spots on the tires, nothing that wont go away if you get a good ride on her." He followed my finger and swept his eyes over the rubber, "You noticed spots that light?" I smiled and chuckled lightly, "I told you I know what the hell is going on." He nodded in acceptance before he drew his eyes back to mine and smiled, "You weren't kidding."
I smiled a slightly cocky smile, "I know." We held each other's gaze for several breaths just studying each other before I spoke, "So, what's your next idea?" "Well," he said scratching the back of his head, "I'm thinking it may be a fuel issue. I'm gonna try and drain her and replace it with new. I got some Chevron with Techron that I'm gonna use and I'll give her a nice dose of BG 44K-you know that insane seafoam- and hopefully that will do that trick."
I nodded, seeing his logic before I added my two cents, "Well, I have an idea but, we'll try yours and if it doesn't work then we'll try mine." He narrowed his eyes as he studied me, "Well what's your idea?" I shook my head and smiled, "Nope not till we try yours." He drew his lips tight, his eyes still narrow, "Not even a hint?" "Nope," I said smirking. "Fine, so let's try mine," he said releasing the constriction on his eyes before holding them on me for several moments and then turning away from me.
He started working on his bike, started the process of getting to the carburetor. I was pleased to see that he didn't plan on just letting the bike run till it stalled, he intended on doing it the proper way. He was very entertaining to watch as he worked, his eyes were concentrated and his hands strategic. I could practically see his thought process in his body language and it was very obvious that he knew what he was doing.
Aside from his mechanical marvel, his body was not half bad to watch work either. I could see his muscles contracting and relaxing under the thin black material of his t-shirt. It provided quite the masculine display, highlighting the different muscle groups in his broad and defined back. I had never really been a muscle girl, hadn't really found much pleasure in the toned body builder physique. But he wasn't the classic gym rat, his muscles were formed by hard labor and constant use. I rather liked that, never really pegged myself as a girl who went for the built guys, but he was rather appetizing to me. I found his raw strength captivating.
"Can you grab that small gas pan over there?" he said motioning to his right as he unhooked the fuel line from the carburetor. "Yeah," I said snapping back in to mechanical mode as I went to retrieve the desired catch pan. I grabbed it from the work bench, scooped up the small stool from the corner and placed it next to him, the pan resting on top of it so he could feed the fuel line into it and let it drain. Once he had done that, he turned the petcock on and allowed the tank to empty into the pan.
He watched the gas flow into the pan, a rich golden liquid that carried with it a scent I had grown to love. He cocked his head towards me and smiled, I reciprocated his gesture and just when he opened his mouth to speak, I heard a light knock on the wooden door behind us. We both turned towards it and my eyes fell on Jared, someone I had not expected to see here. I smiled sweetly at him as Jacob rose to greet him, "Hey man what's up?" They exchanged a quick handshake as Jared replied, "Not too much. Embry stopped by to see me today…" He trailed off, looked in between me and Jacob, his expression hard to read. I wasn't sure exactly why he'd come, didn't know him at all so I couldn't read him. Jacob's posture stiffened defensively, causing me to feel ill at ease about this visit. His shoulders squared and his tone was fiercely defensive as he spoke, "Did he? Is there something you wanna say to me?"
"I didn't come here to start something if that's what you mean," Jared said his posture unchanged as he spoke, holding Jacob's eyes before he pulled his gaze over Jake's shoulder to fix it on me. "She didn't do anything wrong, Embry was the one out of line, that's why I said something. You know I wouldn't have crossed lines without cause," Jacob said as he moved into Jared's line of vision blocking me. "I know man, he's just real tore up about it. Guess he caught some intense feelings for her and he feels betrayed. I'm just trying to sort out everything, get both sides," he said as he studied Jacob.
"He got attached on a level Paige was not interested in, they spoke on it and he accepted her feelings. Then we all went down to the beach, guess he could sense that me and her have chemistry; he got real territorial and lashed out at her. She didn't take to that very kindly and they went at each other something intense. I tried to break it up and he turned on me, saying I had no loyalty and was just out to steal her away from him and I told him to leave because he was getting kind of cut throat and he wouldn't. He just kept digging himself a hole, talking all sorts of craziness," Jacob said his shoulders still tight and defensive.
Jared shook his head softly from side to side, "This shit is nuts…I hope it all blows over." Jacob shrugged, "His response was uncalled for, he had no right to go there with her. If he doesn't like what I have to say about it, he can be pissed for as long as he likes, no one is gonna talk to her like she's some street walker." Jared looked slightly confused as he held Jacob's eyes for a moment, read his sincerity and then shifted his weight so he could look around him towards me, "Talk about getting attached." I shifted my weight feeling slightly uncomfortable about the way they talked about me like I wasn't right there; so, I spoke to reestablish my presence and break the tension. "I guess I have that kind of effect on you res boys. Must be my charming personality and tender composure," I said as I made a exaggerated smile and brought my one hand to my hip and the other to the back of my head as I popped my hip and struck a pin up pose.
Jared chuckled as he studied me, "Something like that I assume." Jake turned towards me and took in my pose so, I narrowed my eyes and puckered my lips, causing him to laugh. I preferred him relaxed and smiling and I was not above making an ass of myself to achieve it.
Jake motioned towards me with one hand as he spoke to Jared, "How could you not protect something that cute?" I laughed as Jared nodded in agreement. The energy in the room went much more fun and considerably less anxious. "I can see that causing trouble," Jared said shaking his head, a smile wide across his face as I stuck my tongue out at him. "Clearly trouble," Jake said as he watched me relax my pose, put both hands on my hips, draw my shoulders forward and glance up angelically.
"I hope I didn't give you the wrong impression Paige, I don't want you to think I'm some big asshole. I'm really just here to make sure things are okay. I know Embry has a tendency to get a little dramatic so I wanted Jake's side, he tends to be more rational," Jared said smiling crookedly as he made steady eye contact with me around Jacob. I moved towards him, pausing just behind Jacob as I spoke, my smile light and sweet as I shook my head softly, "Of course not. It's fine, I've been expecting some level of hostility for this whole mess from you guys so don't even worry about it.
"I don't intend on creating any hostility for you and I can bet you no one else will either. I don't really know you but Embry is oddly obsessed with you and Jake seems to be rather attached to you so my guess is you are someone worth knowing. So, how bout we take it as that and we work from there? I'm Jared, kinda crazy but always fun and your Paige an obviously amazing girl who has two of my best friends drooling all over her. You and I could potentially have a lot of very enjoyable moments together if you don't let this little drama with Embry get in the way, so what do you say? Crazy times or awkward tension and dirty glares?" I had to laugh, it was very obvious he and I would get along just fine. I spoke as I reached around Jacob and grabbed his extended hand for a truce shake, "Alright, but only because it takes far too much energy to always be bitchy. But I can do it very well so mind yourself." Jared laughed as he reciprocated the shake. Jacob kept his face serious as he spoke, "She really does. I saw it first hand and it makes me very thankful that for some reason she finds pleasure in my presence. But when that changes, I don't want to be around."
"Hey," I said defensively, "I never claimed to be sane." They both laughed in my lack of denial at his statement. "That's fine neither did I," Jared said as he smiled. "Good, crazy people get along good. So, you and I should be just fine," I said smiling again as Jacob shook his head softly. There was a moment before Jared's expression went more serious as he slipped his hands into his pocket while I brought mine to Jacob, "You've made it very plain how you feel about the stuff with Embry, but you're still going to come next Friday right?" I looked up at Jacob, unaware of what Friday was and trying to gauge his reaction to Jared's question. His face went slightly confused as he spoke, "Yeah, why wouldn't I?" Jared shrugged as he responded, "I don't know, because he'll be there and I don't know maybe you didn't want to hang with him." "Nah, I'll be there. I didn't plan on making things weird cause he is being stupid. If he wants to continue this then, we'll address that but I'm not going to change plans we've had just because he got cut throat yesterday." "Alright, maybe he'll get over it by then." "Maybe, but regardless, we'll be there. He'll either man up and get over it, or he'll storm off again."
"Oh good Paige is coming too?" Jared said smiling at me. I exchanged his smile and nodded, even though I was completely unaware of what I was agreeing to. It didn't really matter what the plans were, as long as Jacob wanted me there I would be. "Cool, alright so I'll see you guys then," Jared said as he backed up and started his exit. "Bye," I said sweetly before pressing my cheek against Jacob's shoulder. "Later Jared," Jacob said as he nodded towards him and Jared disappeared around the garage.
We were silent a moment before I spoke in a soft tone, "So, where exactly am I going next Friday?" "It's a barbeque at Sam and Emily's. I was going to invite you later this week, but I guess I should ask you now," he said as he turned to face me. He scooped my hands into his and smiled down at me as intertwined our fingers and swing them softly, "Paige would you be my date for the barbeque?"
I smiled up at him sweetly, studying his gentle chocolate eyes as I replied, "I would love to." He reciprocated my warm smile before leaning in to press his lips softly to my brow. We held each other's eyes for a moment before I smiled and motioned with my head towards the bike, "Betchya it's done." He drew his brow in a confused manner as he studied my face searching for the meaning of my statement. "The bike, it's probably done draining," I said answering his questioning eyes. He looked slightly shocked, like he had completely forgotten the task we had started less than an hour ago, "Oh yeah." He turned from me, letting out fingers slip apart as he started towards the motorcycle.
Sure enough a little over a gallon of gas sat sedentary in the pan, the flow from the hose having ceased. He crouched down, scooping the pan up and walked very slowly towards the work bench, where he set the pan down and reached for a small jug and a funnel. I strode to his side and looked at the fuel that rippled in the pan, "It smells alright, isn't really discolored." "I know," he said shaking his head in discouragement as he set the funnel into the jug and lifted the pan to pour the discarded fuel into it's new container. I steadied the funnel to make sure nothing spilled as the golden liquid flowed over the corner of the pan and into the jug.
"Maybe we're missing it," I said as he emptied the rest of the fuel from the pan. "Maybe," he said putting the pan down as I pulled the funnel out so he could screw the cap on. "But maybe it means you will get a chance to present your theory," he said as he tightened the cap and raised his eyebrows. I smiled, "Perhaps. But there is only one way to be sure." I held up the container of BG 44K and shook it as I winked at him. He smiled and bent over to scooped up the small gas can of his Chevron and motioned towards the bike with his free hand, "Shall we?" I smiled and tilted my head sweetly before I turned and started towards the bike, "We shall."
He put the gas can down, turned the petcock back and re-hooked the fuel line. He started to reassemble the everything, his hands working quicker than they had when he had dismantled it. He worked very efficiently at his current speed, his eyes concentrated as he hands moved from one thing to the next. I tilted my head so I could watch his hands move. I couldn't get over how they maneuvered with such ease through the inner workings of his bike. It was very apparent that he was extremely familiar with it, knew it's layout perfectly. I was fairly certain he could do this all in his sleep and I rather liked that.
I smiled very softly to myself as my eyes drifted towards his arms. His shirt had rather short sleeves that left a lot of muscle to observe and I was happy to oblige. Each movement with his hand created some sort of definition in his arms and the muscle groups here were developed and toned to a degree that was seriously intriguing. I found myself lightly biting my lip as I watched him work, my one eyebrow arched in fascination as I watched his muscles create cuts in his bronzed skin.
I watched his muscles defining themselves as he worked, observed his fluid and confident movement as he reassembled everything and couldn't help but detach myself from the work at hand. My mind wandered away from mechanics and drifted into a deeper place. A place in my mind that was occupied by him. I ran my eyes over him as I tilted my head and smiled while I recalled the effortlessness of our conversations. My tongue slipped across my lips as I saw the sparkle of his eyes as they danced over my face, showing nothing but intoxication from what they observed. I swallowed coarsely as my taste buds tingled at the remembrance of his taste. I bit my lip harder as I ran my free hand down my neck as I remembered the way his hot and strong hands felt on my skin. My skin went chilled as goose bumps ran rampant over it at the thought of how he had made every cell in my body vibrate in a sensual overload. All of my senses ran wild, hungered to be driven by him again.
I found myself imagining a very dirty escapade that we could have here in his workspace. I thought of sauntering towards him and forcing him to face me. I would pull him face to mine, draw our lips together and the passion that flowed between us would be hot and electric. Our mouths would move hard and fast against on another, a synchronized tango of teeth, tongue and lips. Our hands would be searching for the ends of cloth, pulling at it viciously as we attempted to free the each other from it as we moved towards the workbench. There would be the thunderous sound of raining metal as we cleared the space, making plenty of room for what would soon be taking place. And when it happened, hard, fast and hot; it would be exactly what we both needed, something wild and animalistic. There would be no room for tender touches and soft kisses, just a primal exhibition of raw desire
"Are you ready?" he asked, his erotic voice sending a shiver up my spine as my world refocused. I most have had a rather lost expression on my face because his eyes went bright as he smiled at me. "I'm sorry, what?" I said shaking my head lightly as I attempted to close of that dark place in my mind again. "For a test ride, you coming?" he asked his tone showing signs of amusement. I was a tad panicked that my fantasy was written all over my face. I felt like a guilty child who was just caught day dreaming about activities they'd much rather be partaking in during an algebra class by their over enthusiastic teacher. "Oh, um me? Yeah sure," I stammered. 'Honest Sir I was totally lost in your explanation of a over b equals c.' He smiled to himself as he laughed softly and cleared the area around the bike. "Grab my helmet off the shelf then," he said as he threw his head in the appropriate direction and mounted the bike. He released the kick stand and started to back the bike out as I did as I was told. He kicked the engine over and waited for me in the driveway as I sauntered towards him, untying my hair as I walked. He watched me remove the hair band and shake my hair loose, so I did it as seductively as possible, as smile wide on his face the whole time. I slipped my sleeves back down and slid the helmet on, tightening the chinstrap to my taste as I reached him. He slid forward, leaving the back of the bike clear for me to get on. Now, I had never done this before, but I had seen girls back home do it all the time and at the bike shows they always did it with I high and seductive leg raise, making it erotic. So, I took my time and kept my movements slow as I got on in that fashion. When I had positioned myself properly, he slid back so our bodies were pressed closely and I wrapped my arms around his waist.
I spoke over the hum of the engine, "You know my mother would kill me if she knew what I was up to, she made me promise I'd never jump on the back of a bike." "Well it's probably a good thing it's mine huh? Hold on, I promise if she opens up nice I'll take it easy on you," he said as he looked over his shoulder at me. "I trust you, Jake and plus my Mom isn't here now is she?" I said in as sexy of a tone as my high pitch would allow. "You asked for it," he said in that classic bad boy tone as smiled sadistically and revved the engine. We crept slowly threw the gravel passed our cars, he was careful to not spray up too many stones up around them and I appreciated that.
As we made it to the paved road, he increased speed, giving the engine more gas and she purred in appreciation. We were headed in a different direction then I was used to, out towards a heavily wooded area. There were large trees on either side of the road and the air was thick with their sweet aroma. I inhaled deeply as he picked up speed on the long straight stretch of road, his decision on this route becoming very clear to me. I could feel the bike fighting against itself, it wanted very badly to run open throttle and rip down the pavement yet something was still prohibiting that. I felt his chest heave in disappointment and it was easy to deduce that this resistance was the one he had spoke about.
We followed the road as it arched in sharp turns and I mimicked his body movements exactly to keep the bike balanced. We swayed together either way as we snaked through the terrain. It was completely secluded out here, nothing but us, our machine and the wilderness. It was very freeing emotion, one I had never felt before to be out on the road with a bike between my legs. Had I been slightly more at ease I probably would have done a Titanic move and spread my arms as I proclaimed my rule over the world. But I refrained from that and instead just enjoyed the serenity of the ride. I liked my spot on the back, my hair blowing wildly behind us, my arms locked around him and my heart beating strong against his back. There was something so erotic about the edge and freedom to it that I was very heartbroken when the road looped around and his house came back into view.
I felt a twinge deep in my chest as we pulled into his drive, our speed slowed and a familiar red truck came into view, it's bumper a bit too close to mine. I recognized it, but I did not know who exactly it belonged to. I could feel a soft rumble in his chest as he acknowledged it but I wasn't sure what faint response it was generated by. As we crept closer to the vehicle, the door flung wide and Bella hopped out of the cabin. She briefly lost her footing, stumbling towards us slightly before she regained control of herself. I couldn't help but find her clumsiness slightly frustrating. She slammed her heavy steel door and slid her hands into the pockets of her jackets as she eyed me. I saw a burning layer of jealousy as she studied me, but it melted quickly away before she pulled her gaze to Jacob. She smiled at him, obviously pleased to see him despite her frustration to seeing me.
If I recalled correctly, and I was pretty sure I did, he'd told her I would be here, so why exactly was I getting the 'fuck you bitch' glare? And wasn't she the one who didn't want to be with Jacob? So, why did it bother her that I didn't mind spending my afternoon with him? I would never understand girls and honestly I didn't really care to try. "Hey Jake!" she said in an overly enthusiastic tone as we crept to a halt next to her truck. My hands slid to rest on his thighs naturally and I smiled at her in the most polite way possible as Jacob replied, "Hey Bells." "I thought you said the bike wasn't running?" she said not even reciprocating my smile or acknowledging me for that matter. Fuck you, raced through my mind but my face remained sweet and collected as they spoke. "She runs but not like she should," Jake said as he switched off the engine.
"Oh really? That's awful but you'll fix it because your Jake, that's what you do," she said smiling as she slid her hand over his on the handlebar. My eyebrows arched slightly at her contact with him and a million jealous thoughts streamed through my head. I wanted to reach around him and rip her hand away as I smiled at her in a catty way, but I kept my face composed as I held my smile. I refused to make a big show, they were friends long before we were and I had no place saying anything. Jake and I were not a couple, sure we had been intimate but that didn't mean I had some stake claimed in him. He was still his own person and if he wants to hold hands with her than I had no room to say anything.
He looked down at her hand and then held his eyes there for several breaths before speaking, "Actually I'm completely out of ideas. Paige is about to bounce her idea off me now." I couldn't help but flash a more genuine smile as his words flowed smoothly and he slowly worked his hand out from under hers to bring it to his lap to pat mine. I am definitely not to ashamed to admit that I also found a slight stab of bitchy pleasure at the shocked look burning in her eyes as she pulled her hand slowly back to her pocket and spoke in a slightly winded tone, raspy as though the air had been knocked from her lungs, "Oh really? She's in to that sort of stuff?"
"Well not so much bikes, but the working mechanics of it are pretty similar. So, if I've wrapped my mind around this properly, we just might have her running wide open shortly. I'm due a real ride, so I am hoping my simple diag is spot on," I said answering her even though she'd directed her question towards to Jake. I kept my smile bright and held her eyes as she processed my response before I squeezed Jake's hand and swung my leg back over the bike to dismount.
"So, let's hear it," Jake said as I unlocked the chinstrap of his helmet before I slipped it off and shook my hair out. I smiled at him and dangled the helmet at my side by the strap as I brought my hand to my hip and started to speak in a even tone, "Okay, so my Mom has this Mustang that she absolutely loves. It has a 2007 Mustang Shelby GT-H convertible, bright blue pant with dual white over body strips. It's beautiful, it's a special edition modeled after the 66 Shelby GT350H. It has a stock 320 HP 4.6 liter GT V8 engine, 90 mm cold air intake kit, an X-pipe, performance suspension, 5-speed automatic transmission and a whole lotta other shit. But really that's not the point of my speech, the car is really just want triggered my thought process. So, yeah anyways she started running wicked rough and my Mom was bugging cause the car really wasn't that old. So, me and my Dad did everything you can imagine to this thing to try and get it to run right. I mean we pulled the MAF and cleaned it, we replaced plugs and checked coil packs. We dismantled the whole head, completely cleaned it and replaced all the O-Rings and that's not even the half of it. She got the full work over and she ran better but not right." Jake was studying my face, keeping up with me and running with my thought process as I used my hands for emphasis.
"Then one night I was just laying in bed, completely floored by this whole thing and something hit me like a ton of bricks. Why couldn't it be simple?" I said throwing my hands up. Jake studied me his eyes slightly narrowed as I held his gaze and waited for his reply. "Because life's a bitch?" he said shrugging his shoulder, slightly confused as to what I was getting at. I laughed and shook my head lightly, "No Jake, it can be simple but simple is never where we look as mechanics. Because, I don't know, we like working our fingers to the bone, like getting in the nitty-gritty of it, like ripping things apart in hundreds of tiny little pieces and putting it all back together better than the factory. That's just what we do, so the simple problem always turns into a mystery. So, we just have to think simple. Simply you have a blockage that is restricting airflow, making your motor fight itself but where? Seeing as she's on the older side, I would think it is safe to say she doesn't have a cat so it's not the cat, but what about the exhaust? Why couldn't she have a carbon build up in the exhaust? She's been sitting for a little while and she's a two stroke she most certainly could couldn't she?" I said throwing my hands up.
I watched as the concept leaked into Jacob's brain. Hqis eyes went astonishingly bright as it clicked, his jaw loosening as he struggled to speak. "Holy fucking shit of course!" he said his tone shocked as he brought his hand to his forehead in disappointment in himself for not seeing what I saw. "My Mom had a clogged cat, and my Dad made the same face you are when I suggested it. So, if history is repeating itself, and I really hope it is because I want to feel her full throttle, then all you need brake cleaner and a lot of diligence and she'll be running like a champ in no time," I said a smile creeping onto my lips as I spoke. "Why didn't I think of this?" Jake said staring slightly past me as he thought out loud, his tone frustrated. "'Cause baby, life is a total fucking malicious bitch so sometimes it takes one to beat one," I said smiling wildly as I winked despite the disgusted huff that echoed behind Jake from a frustrated Bella, who I had almost forgotten was there.