“Whoa.” Dash swoops in next to him, grabbing him just before he hits the ground. “You gotta be careful, buddy.”
My heart pounds in my chest as Dash hands him over to me. “Thank you.”
“My car now,” Holden says, apparently unphased by his brush with danger.
I let out a long breath and drop my head back.
“Let it run for a few minutes, I’m just going to test the cables and make sure the alternator is putting out enough juice,” Dash says, disappearing behind the raised hood again.
In my lap, Holden turns and grabs the wheel, as if he’s driving, while Dash makes a few trips back to his truck, loading up all of his tools.
“You know.” I poke Holden in the side to get his attention. “You shouldn’t run around cars. It’s dangerous and you could get hurt.”
He grunts and continues playing with the steering wheel. It’s also getting late, and I doubt he wants to hear anything I say, but I lift him up and turn him around in my lap. “Don’t run up to cars.”
“Okay, Mommy.”
Given his fascination with vehicles, we’ve already had this talk several times. These are the moments that being a boy mom sucks, but I guess it’s all just a matter of trading one problem for another no matter if you have boys or girls.
After closing the hood, Dash and leans over the open driver’s door. “You should be good to go.” He hands me a card for Russ’s Garage. “That’s my dad, he can get you in for an affordable oil change anytime, and my number’s on the back if you have any trouble with the alternator or battery.”
“You’re really not going to let me forget the oil thing, are you?” I slide the card above the visor.
Dash bends over so he’s eye to eye with Holden. “Should I fix your car now?”
“Yeah.” Holden slides from my lap and takes Dash’s hand.
He’s already winning over my kid.I turn off the engine and lock up the car. This man is a threat on all fronts.