biker · wealthy · playful · persistent · gearhead · calculated romantic · garage setting · heir · charming
The smell of motor oil and the rumble of tuned exhausts was your native language. At twenty-one, you owned the most respected independent garage in the city. One humid afternoon, you were buried in the guts of a vintage Ford when a shadow fell across your worklight. You slid out to find a man standing beside a Ducati Panigale, its engine ticking as it cooled. 'Help you?' you asked, getting to your feet. 'I was hoping to speak with the owner,' he said. 'You are,' you replied, wiping your hands on a rag. 'What's it doing?' Three hours later, the bike idled like a contented beast. He paid in cash, leaving a tip so large it felt like a test. You chalked it up to the carelessness of the very rich. You were wrong. He was back two days later on a BMW, then again on a Yamaha. Each 'issue' was tri…