Liam started to nod then froze, wondering how he was going to get around the whole shifting into a lion thing, but Eve must have seen the look on his face because she quickly explained.
“It’s okay, one of my team will take your statement. You can tell them everything and when we come to write up an official version, we’ll take out all reference to shifters.”
Liam blew out a breath of relief. “This is really stressful,” he said. “How do you all do it?”
“Practice,” Flint said with a chuckle.
He clapped Liam on the back, nearly sending him flying across the room.
“What are you?” Liam blurted, a little leery of the man’s power.
Flint didn’t miss a beat.
“Awesome,” he answered with a grin. “That’s what.”
Liam blinked and looked at Eve, but she just rolled her eyes. “Don’t encourage him,” she said. “Or you’ll never hear the end of it.”
Liam was intrigued and planned on asking her about the behemoth of a man again, when they were alone. Which he hoped was going to be very, very soon.
Epilogue
Liam
Liam scrubbed his sweaty palms on his jeans then glanced back at the car where Eve sat waiting for him expectantly. She gave him a thumbs up and he acknowledged it with a wave before heading on into the building. He probably wouldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t for her, but she had assured him it was a good idea. He wasn’t convinced, but he knew she wanted this for him, and there was nothing in the world he wouldn’t do for her. Even this. He would have been too proud and wouldn’t have wanted to be an imposition, but he was there now, and he wasn’t about to turn back.
The smell flooded his senses the moment he walked through the door. Grease, gas, and leather. It smelled like home. It wasn’t until that moment that he’d realized just how much he’d missed it. He’d also missed the man who was perched on a stool at the back of the shop, his head cocked to the side as he studied the hog in front of him.
“Whatcha waiting for?” the man asked without looking up. “I’m not getting any younger. Git your ass over here and talk to me if you’ve a mind to.”
A wide grin stretched across Liam’s face and he strode to the back of the garage to where Nolan was scrubbing his hand on an old rag. He tossed it aside as he climbed to his feet.
“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” Nolan said. “Come to ask for your old job back?”
“I’ve come to apologize,” Liam said.
Nolan folded his arms. “I’m waiting.”
“You took a chance on me by taking me on when I had no experience, and I want you to know that I was grateful for it. And I’m sorry I let you down.”
“Son, you didn’t let me down,” Nolan said. “You let yourself down.”
Liam heaved a sigh. “I know. And I can’t tell you how much I regret it.”
Nolan’s lips twitched. “Noware you gonna ask me for your job back?”
“Umm, well, yes, sir. Iwasplanning on it. If you would just think—”
“You still hanging around with that Silas character?”
“Oh, no. Silas has…recently passed away.”
“Huh, well, I don’t like to speak ill of the dead, but I can’t say as I’m sorry. He was a bad apple. Seems to me that you’ll do a lot better without him whispering in your ear. You can start tomorrow at eight. And don’t be late or it’s coming out of your wages.”
“Of course not, sir. And thank you. I appreciate it.”
“How many times did I tell you not to call me sir?”
Liam grinned. “A few?”
