At the very least, it wouldn’t be too much of a hardship being around him. I punched my pillows a few times and moved around on the mattress before I got comfortable. It had been a while since I’d let anything more than mere sexual attraction, with the aim of a quickie, take hold of my psyche.
With thoughts of a laughing Wayne in my head, I fell asleep.
* * * *
I’d just finished replacing the brake pads on Mrs. Brewington’s Toyota—she’d worn them down almost to the metal—when Roy got my attention. “Hey, Logan. Got a customer here who needs new spark plugs, and Scott’s in the middle of something right now.”
“Got it.” I wiped my hands on an already dirty towel and wandered out back to where the customers usually left their cars to be worked on.