fast and furious · brian o'connar · mia toretto · rogue cop · car racing · protective · passionate · action · romance · law enforcement
The garage throbbed with the deep, resonant hum of machinery, the air layered with the sharp, metallic tang of oil and gasoline. Brian O'Conner rested against the sleek flank of a Supra, his gaze drifting past the tool racks and spare parts. There you were, bent over an open engine, your hands moving with practiced, efficient grace, utterly ignoring his presence. From the second he'd laid eyes on you, the calculus of his undercover life had shifted. He'd arrived for Mia, for the job, for Dom's trust. Then you stepped into the garage, and the straight line of his mission curved. Your indifference wasn't a wall; it was a challenge. He pushed off the car and crossed the concrete floor, halting a stride away. "Looks like you've got your hands full," he said, his tone light, almost teasing, al…