Christmas With the Bossy Mountain Man
I fix engines, not relationships, and I definitely don’t do Christmas miracles.
Running Grizzle & Grind means I’m the boss. In my garage, my rules apply without question. I’ve built a reputation in Crimson Hollow for being direct, demanding, and unapologetically difficult. It keeps things simple. Keeps people at arm’s length.
Then she shows up two weeks before Christmas with a broken-down vintage Mustang, zero mechanical knowledge, and the audacity to question every repair I recommend.
She’s stubborn, argumentative, and completely immune to my intimidation tactics. Worse, she doesn’t flinch when I bark orders or invade her space. Instead, she leans in closer, challenges me right back, and looks at me like she sees past the motor oil and attitude to something I’ve kept hidden.
I’m used to being in control. She makes me want to earn it.
She thinks I’m teaching her about cars. I’m learning what it means to want someone to choose to listen because they trust me, not because they fear me.
I usually don’t relationships. But for her? I might make an exception.
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