Broken Hill Havoc (Broken Hill High Series 5)

We walk out into the common room and collapse down into the couch. I swivel around and put my feet up on Brooke’s lap as she props hers up on the coffee table and pulls out her phone. I guess there will be no sleeping for me this afternoon.

“What are you doing?” I ask as I squish my head into the cushion and pout about my missed sleeping opportunity.

“Downloading Tinder,” she grunts, flipping her phone around to show me the screen.

My whole body perks up and suddenly sleep is the last thing on my mind. “Hell, yeah,” I grin, snatching the phone from her and sitting up so we can both look at the screen. “Let’s find you the next best thing.”

Chapter 2

I sit back on the stool as I watch Nate lean over the hood of a… well, I have no idea what it is, but it looks old and I’m sure as hell he’s going to turn it into something that is going to become a collector’s most prized possession over the next few months. It’s just what he does and I’d dare say that even though he’s only nineteen, he’s probably one of the best in the business already.

Nate has such a sharp eye for detail. He has people constantly wanting to buy his Camaro and Mustang off him, but there’s no way in hell he’ll ever part with those two cars. They’re special, and besides, he hasn’t quite given up on the whole racing thing yet.

Jesse had his Camaro fixed for him when he had thought it was gone forever. It was a huge surprise, one that Nate can still hardly believe; which meant apart from spending our summer setting up this incredible space for Nate’s business and partying at Broken Hill lake, we spent it adding all the little extras back onto the Camaro that were destroyed in the crash.

I mean, watching Nate work… there are no words. It’s incredibly sexy. Especially as his muscles bulge and roll around beneath his skin as he tightens and loosens bolts. There’s nothing quite like it. His hands become covered in grease and I don’t know how but he always ends up with grease smeared over his face.

I can’t help but take in Nate’s shop. Not long after I showed him this old warehouse, he was sitting down with my dad and making him an offer for the space. Dad couldn’t resist. He’s been wanting to get rid of the warehouse since he first bought it. I honestly don’t know what he was thinking of buying the place in the first place. I mean, it’s not like he had the time to turn it into anything special, not the way that Nate did. Dad jumped at the chance to get rid of it without having to add realtors into the mix and pay them a commission for making the sale. This way, both of them get exactly what they wanted.

The second the sale was finalized, Nate was right here, making his dream come true. He hired carpenters, plumbers, and metal workers. You name it, Nate had them here working on this space. It took only a few weeks for the layout to start taking shape which is when he wanted to hire painters, but I convinced him that we should paint it ourselves.

It sounded like a great idea at the time, until about an hour in when my arms started aching. We got about a half day in when I gave up and allowed him to hire the professionals. Following that, all the tool benches and car lifts were brought in. The office and meeting room was set up. Security was installed and one hell of a gate was put out front. I mean, this place is locked down like Fort Knox. No one is getting in here to destroy all his hard work. I mean, I couldn’t even sneak in here to surprise him today. He knew the second my car pulled up outside.

“Hey,” Nate’s voice booms over the music he has playing. My eyes flick back towards him to find him smirking at me. “Are you just going to sit there looking pretty or are you going to help me?”

I shoot an eyebrow up and give him my best resting bitch face, but let’s be real, he’s not affected by it, if anything, it’s probably turning him on. “I wouldn’t even know where to begin.”

“I’ll show you.”

I let out a groan and push myself off the stool. “Fine,” I say walking over to him. “But I better not get dirty. I’m going boyfriend surfing with Brooke later.”

“What?” he grunts, freezing on the spot as he watches me.

“Not for me,” I laugh. “For Brooke. She wants to start dating again. So, we’re going out to make it happen.”