Tom nudged his brother. “Looks like we’ve got a customer.”

Lifting his head from the notebook he was writing in, Nick studied the woman for a moment, already sensing her frustration. “She looks mad.”

“Getting that feeling off her already, are you?” Tom grinned, ignoring the look Nick sent his way. “Car looked a bit funny coming in.”

“Wheels, maybe.”

“Guess we’re going to need to take a look!” Tom pasted a smile on his face as the short, auburn haired woman walked through the door of their small office that backed onto their workshop.

 

Jo hadn’t seen a glimpse of anyone as she drove in. Hoping the mechanics would be around somewhere, she got out of the car, locked it and walked slowly towards what appeared to be a small kind of office. Quickly glancing over her damaged car, she              shook her head, muttering to herself as she walked in.

Pushing open the door, Jo was greeted by one of the two men behind the counter. When the woman had said ‘Nick and Tom Brewer’, she’d immediately pictured a father and son, but they were both around the same age. One of them was smiling at her whilst the other simply watched her come in.

“Hi,” the smiling one said. “Can we help you?”

“Are you the mechanics?”

He nodded. “Yup, you found us all right! I’m Tom and this here’s Nick.”

“Glad to meet you,” Jo replied, automatically, wondering if the two men were brothers, given the similarities in their features. “I’m here about my car….?” There was something about Nick that was putting her on edge, and she didn’t appreciate the way he was looking at her. It was too intense. Trying to stare right back at him, Jo felt her body shiver with a sudden awareness. Dropping her gaze, she turned her attention to the other man. She was still aware that the first man was continuing to study her with dark, piercing eyes so she simply turned a little further to the side, so she couldn’t see him. “I mean, obviously it’s about my car.” She felt flustered - stupid, almost.

“What’s wrong with it?”

She shrugged. "I don't know. That’s why I brought it to you guys." Struggling not to give him a sarcastic answer or even roll her eyes, Jo gestured towards her car which she could see clearly through the window. Her eyes drifting to the wheel. "The wheel’s at an odd angle and there are a few big dents. My lights are broken… I’m just glad I got here before dark."

Tom frowned, coming out from behind the desk. “That doesn’t sound good. How did that happen? You weren’t in an accident, were you?”

“No, nothing like that. I was coming through the woods, a little further up the road - ”

A strange look came into Tom’s eyes. “Around fifteen miles back?”

Jo shook her head, frustrated that he’d interrupted her. “I don’t know. I guess so. Anyway, there were two bears. I mean, there was one at first but then another one came and –” She gestured hopelessly towards her car. “That happened.”

“I see.” Tom threw an inscrutable look at Nick. “From the sounds of it, I’m quite surprised you got here at all!”

Jo said nothing, leaning heavily on the counter with one elbow, pushing her hand into her hair.

“I’ll – we’ll just go take a look at it now for you.”

"Thanks." Realizing that she was going to be left alone in the office, Jo wandered over to the small row of seats, sinking down with a sigh. Watching the two brothers examine her car, she wondered how on earth they could be out in the biting wind and cold with nothing but a t-shirt on. Here she was in the warm office, with not two but three different layers on, and her toes were only just beginning to warm up. Spotting the coffee machine, Jo pressed various buttons while keeping her eyes on the oldest brother as he walked around her car. "He didn't say a word to me," she muttered to herself, grouchily, wandering back to her seat. A sudden rush of heat filled her core as she caught sight of him leaning over the bonnet, the wind whipping up his shirt. "He is pretty striking, though.”

 

Nick followed his brother without a word, highly aware of the woman left in the office. Something about her had struck him straight away, something he couldn’t quite place. His senses were going haywire. He could tell she was frustrated and worried, but his immediate attraction to her had him fighting for control. He’d left the talking up to Tom. Looking over the car, he shook his head. “We sure did a lot of damage.” There were dents and scrapes everywhere, and each light would have to be replaced individually. He’d not even taken a look at the wheel.

“You mean, you did.”

“If you remember, you shoved me down the hill!”

Tom couldn’t deny it, a grin on his face. “Sorry.”

Leaning over to have a look at the wheel, Nick waited until Tom emerged from underneath. “What’s the damage?”

“Not good,” Tom replied, getting to his feet. “Looks like it needs a new wheel, plus control arms and bearings. Then an alignment before it’s ready to go back on the road.”

“Have we got everything in stock to do the job?” Nick replied, rubbing the back of his head.

Tom grimaced, mentally going through their spare parts. “Don’t reckon so. Think we’ll need to send off for the control arms.”

“Can we do it today?”

“We can order it, but it’ll take a couple of days to get here.”

Nick nodded. "Fine. We can get on to fixing up the lights and the surface scratches while we're waiting."

“It ain’t going to be cheap, Nick.” Tom looked up at his brother with a gleam in his eye. “You want to tell her, or will I?”

Narrowing his eyes, Nick frowned. “I’ll do it.”

“Good,” Tom replied, cheekily. “You’ve not said a word to her since she came in, Nick. She probably thinks you’re either rude or just a grouch.”

“I just let you do the talking,” Nick said, defensively. “I’ll make sure to play nice now, alright?”

“Uh huh,” Tom commented, skeptical. Nick had always been the quiet one, working away in the background while he took on the majority of the handiwork. Tom was the one who always interacted with customers, took phone calls and generally dealt with people. It wasn’t Nick’s thing. “Just make sure you find out her name, okay?”

Muttering under his breath, Nick strode away from his brother and up to the office. Pulling the door open, he walked in and tried to rearrange his features into something of a smile. "Good afternoon, miss. Realized I never greeted you when you came in. I'm sorry about that. Just been a busy day." His smile didn't quite reach his eyes as he hid from her – and from himself – the heat he felt for the woman sitting in front of him.

"That's not a problem," Jo commented, faintly. He looked quite foreboding in person, standing tall and strong in front of her. His black hair was wild, sticking up at all angles, and his dark gray eyes held a hint of danger. His sculpted jaw was clenched tightly, his deep voice vibrating through her. In spite of that, there was something incredibly attractive about him, the gentle scent of his cologne wafting over to her. The strong, silent type, she mused to herself.

“Seems as though you’ve had a rough time of it,” he continued, sitting down opposite. “We’ll be happy to fix up your car for you.”

“Really?” Jo let out a sigh of relief, forcing her eyes to stay on his face and not travel down his body. “How long will it take?”

“Depends,” he replied, non-committal. “You got somewhere to be?”

“Yes, I have a client to meet in Dornwich in a couple of days’ time.”

“Ah.” His frown told Jo that this wasn’t going to be good news. “You might have to rearrange that.”

“Why’s that? How long is this going to take?”

He ran a hand through his hair. “We have to send off for a part. It’ll take a couple of days to get here but we can work on the rest of your car while we wait. The best estimate I can give you is five days.”

Jo stared at him, everything falling apart in one moment. “Five days? I have to be in Dornwich tomorrow. I have to prepare before I meet my client the next day!” She was babbling now, her frustration bubbling over. “What am I supposed to do now, huh? Phone my boss and tell him that some bears wrecked my car, and now I have to wait to get it repaired? Tell him to put off my very respectable client for three more days, until I can get there?”

“I’m sorry.” He could smell the tears in her eyes a moment before she started crying.

“What am I supposed to do?” she sobbed, burying her face in her hands. “First the car trip, the motels, the bears and now this?” Jo knew she was completely going to pieces in front of a burly mechanic, but she wasn’t able to keep it together any longer. “Everything is going wrong. It’s like the universe is against me!”

Nick didn’t know what to say, his urge to protect her pushing him to act. Without warning, his teeth bared, before he managed to get his bear back under control. What are you doing? “I….” Trailing off, Nick took a step closer, his hand lifting to reach for her shoulder.

Giving herself a stern telling off, Jo managed to pull herself together "Sorry," she sniffed, missing his expression completely as he dropped his hand back down. Getting to her feet, Jo wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "You just don't understand what kind of a time I've been having. I'd best go call my boss."

 

“She didn’t take it well, then?”

Nick growled. “What do you think?”

“I think she cried all over you and then left the office to go phone her boss!”

"Wonderful." Clearly, his brother had been putting his keen hearing to good use and he could probably smell the salt from her tears lingering in the air. "I don't know what to do."

“Do?” Tom looked at him peculiarly. “There’s nothing for you to do other than to fix her car. What else are you talking about?”

Careful. “Nothing. I’m just not used to crying women.” Struggling to deal with his own strange emotions, Nick forced his instincts back down, walking over to the desk to phone the company in the next town. It didn’t take long to make the call and place the order, his eyes watching Jo as she paced back and forth outside the office. Her cell phone was pressed to her ear and she looked frustrated.

“It’s ordered, Tom.”

“Good. How long?”

"A couple of days at the earliest. It was the best they could do. This isn't fair to her, though, Tom. We did that to her car."

His brother shrugged. “So? She doesn’t know that.”

“Yeah, but I do. I feel responsible. We shouldn’t charge her for our time.”

“You mean, work for free?”

"Yes, for free. She can pay for the parts, but that's it. No overpricing, and we won't charge anything for labor." He shot a look at his brother. "It's only fair."

Tom grumbled for a moment but eventually relented. After all, their play fighting in the woods has been the reason for the damage to Jo’s car. “Guess you’re right. I’ll go get started.”