I don’t have time for a relationship, not even with the adorably dorky vet I can’t seem to stop bumping into… *sigh * pass the oil and lube

Between running a garage full of beefed up, gear head mechanics and bailing my idiot brother out of trouble every other week, the last thing I have time for is a relationship.

I’ve tried it too many times, and the ridiculous reasons I always find to end it have become a running joke around the garage. But I’ve learned my lesson. No. More. Boyfriends.

I don’t care how knee-weakening Porter’s toppy attitude is or how often he falls asleep in my bed before we can get to the good stuff.

It’s better if we’re only friends… friends who occasionally fiddle with each other’s crankshafts…