Chapter 1
Emily sighed deeply as she entered her empty house, which was the thing she hated most about living away from her family; there was never anyone to welcome her home after a long day. It was Monday evening, two days since the races and she was still thinking about that guy with the toothpick. Why couldn't she get him out of her head? 'Because he was so damn sexy!' answered her brain. Maybe she could accidentally, on purpose, bump into him at the next race.
She was just about to pick up the phone to call Hector when it's shrill ring echoed through the house. Emily frowned slightly as she picked it up. "Hello?" "Hey, chica!" called Hector's friendly voice. "That's weird I was just about to call you," Emily laughed, nervously. "Freaky! I just called to say that I might have some work for you. My friend owns a garage and a customer was askin' where he could get hand- painted decals and he knew I had some so asked me if I could arrange a meeting with you and this guy at my friend's garage", Hector informed her. "Yeah, that'd be great. Thanks Hec. I need to start getting my name around the place", Emily smiled. "Good cause I told him you'd be at the garage at eleven thirty tomorrow morning. Is that okay?" "Yeah, I don't exactly have much going on just now. Besides I need more decal work for my show. You're still coming right?" "Course I am. I wanna see all these pictures of the races. I might even buy a couple" "Thanks Hector. I'm gonna need all the help I can get!" "Don't put yourself down girl. You got talent and at least you're puttin' it to some use. I gotta go but I'll see you soon okay?" "Sure, by the way where's this garage I have to meet this guy at?" "It's downtown. Toretto's. Just ask for Dominic and tell him that you're Hector's friend. See ya chica!"
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Next Day
Leon trudged into the garage and pulled on his overalls, ready to get to work on the SUV that needed a tune up. As he slid under the car he thought about her for what seemed like the millionth time in just three days. He couldn't get her face out of his head. He had been kicking himself about not talking to her before she disappeared at the races the other night. He knew he wasn't exactly on a drought in the females department recently but something about her made him want her more than anything. After being in the presence of this woman he couldn't settle for race skanks anymore. He wanted more. He wanted Emily Garcia.
It was 11:00 and Emily stood in her walk-in closet staring blankly at the stacks of clothes in front of her. She had a passion for shopping. She couldn't help it. It was a girl thing, right? Finally, she decided on an old pair of dirty denim jeans, that had rips in the thigh and knee area, a black button-down shirt, the neck left open so that the white gold cross around her neck could be seen, and a pair of black Adidas Superstars. At 11:15 she was out the door and jumping into her Mercedes SLK. The car was her pride and joy, a 21st birthday present from her dad. The state of the art stereo system, currently blasting out Mary J Blige, had been from her brothers. The car was silver with a baby blue angel painted on the hood and feathers on the sides, all done by Emily, naturally.
At 11:30 on the dot Leon heard a car roll up, stop outside the garage and a door open and close. As he was the only one in the garage forecourt (Dom was in the office) he rolled out from under the SUV. What he saw when he sat up was a pleasant surprise.
As Emily parked outside Toretto's garage she glanced at the clock on her dashboard, '11:30' the blue lights told her. 'Right on time for a change!' she smiled to herself as she picked up the folder on the passenger seat and left the car. She crossed the road between her car and the garage and noticed that there was no one behind the service desk. 'Looks like I'm the only one on time' she thought as she looked around the apparently empty garage. As she turned to face an SUV in the corner she met the deep green eyes of the man that appeared from under it. "You!" they cried in unison.
Emily sighed deeply as she entered her empty house, which was the thing she hated most about living away from her family; there was never anyone to welcome her home after a long day. It was Monday evening, two days since the races and she was still thinking about that guy with the toothpick. Why couldn't she get him out of her head? 'Because he was so damn sexy!' answered her brain. Maybe she could accidentally, on purpose, bump into him at the next race.
She was just about to pick up the phone to call Hector when it's shrill ring echoed through the house. Emily frowned slightly as she picked it up. "Hello?" "Hey, chica!" called Hector's friendly voice. "That's weird I was just about to call you," Emily laughed, nervously. "Freaky! I just called to say that I might have some work for you. My friend owns a garage and a customer was askin' where he could get hand- painted decals and he knew I had some so asked me if I could arrange a meeting with you and this guy at my friend's garage", Hector informed her. "Yeah, that'd be great. Thanks Hec. I need to start getting my name around the place", Emily smiled. "Good cause I told him you'd be at the garage at eleven thirty tomorrow morning. Is that okay?" "Yeah, I don't exactly have much going on just now. Besides I need more decal work for my show. You're still coming right?" "Course I am. I wanna see all these pictures of the races. I might even buy a couple" "Thanks Hector. I'm gonna need all the help I can get!" "Don't put yourself down girl. You got talent and at least you're puttin' it to some use. I gotta go but I'll see you soon okay?" "Sure, by the way where's this garage I have to meet this guy at?" "It's downtown. Toretto's. Just ask for Dominic and tell him that you're Hector's friend. See ya chica!"
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Next Day
Leon trudged into the garage and pulled on his overalls, ready to get to work on the SUV that needed a tune up. As he slid under the car he thought about her for what seemed like the millionth time in just three days. He couldn't get her face out of his head. He had been kicking himself about not talking to her before she disappeared at the races the other night. He knew he wasn't exactly on a drought in the females department recently but something about her made him want her more than anything. After being in the presence of this woman he couldn't settle for race skanks anymore. He wanted more. He wanted Emily Garcia.
It was 11:00 and Emily stood in her walk-in closet staring blankly at the stacks of clothes in front of her. She had a passion for shopping. She couldn't help it. It was a girl thing, right? Finally, she decided on an old pair of dirty denim jeans, that had rips in the thigh and knee area, a black button-down shirt, the neck left open so that the white gold cross around her neck could be seen, and a pair of black Adidas Superstars. At 11:15 she was out the door and jumping into her Mercedes SLK. The car was her pride and joy, a 21st birthday present from her dad. The state of the art stereo system, currently blasting out Mary J Blige, had been from her brothers. The car was silver with a baby blue angel painted on the hood and feathers on the sides, all done by Emily, naturally.
At 11:30 on the dot Leon heard a car roll up, stop outside the garage and a door open and close. As he was the only one in the garage forecourt (Dom was in the office) he rolled out from under the SUV. What he saw when he sat up was a pleasant surprise.
As Emily parked outside Toretto's garage she glanced at the clock on her dashboard, '11:30' the blue lights told her. 'Right on time for a change!' she smiled to herself as she picked up the folder on the passenger seat and left the car. She crossed the road between her car and the garage and noticed that there was no one behind the service desk. 'Looks like I'm the only one on time' she thought as she looked around the apparently empty garage. As she turned to face an SUV in the corner she met the deep green eyes of the man that appeared from under it. "You!" they cried in unison.