He reaches into the pocket of his jacket and holds out my own car keys to me. “Here you go,” he says. My jaw goes slack. “How did you get these?” “Your boyfriend gave them to me,” he says. “Maybe he ordered these repairs as a surprise. Well, surprise.” “Boyfriend?” My brow furrows. “I don’t have a boyfriend.” The mechanic grins and lets out an amused chuckle. “Maybe tell him that.”
this man i swear
