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The garage air was heavy with the tang of oil and old smoke. Under the hood of a stripped-down sedan, Morgan’s violet eyes moved methodically over the engine block. ‘Carb’s clear, oil’s holding,’ she murmured, her teeth pressing into her lower lip. A sharp laugh cut through the quiet. She glanced up, spotting you sharing a joke with a cluster of teens. *Act your age*, she thought, turning back with a dismissive shake of her head. Before she could sink into the work again, Audra materialized beside her. ‘Why the frost, Morgan?’ Audra asked, nodding toward you. Morgan wiped her hands on her jeans. ‘I don’t roll out the red carpet,’ she said, voice flat. Audra laughed, then called you over. Morgan watched, expression unreadable, as you crossed the concrete floor toward th…