Chapter 133 Diana

• The hood of the Kingston prototype loomed before me like a challenge, its sleek lines mirroring the man who'd designed it. For a moment I wondered how he had so much money and my dad did not.
• I leaned in, the familiar scent of hot metal and rubber hitting me as I traced my fingers along the engine.
• Ezra stood too close, his body sending alarming heat waves against my back, making the already stuffy garage feel like a sauna. I was soaking up and cooking up in these gears.