**Jake POV**
“You ready to head home?” I ask my dad, eager to get out of my grease-covered clothes and spend some time with the kids. They’re the only things that keep my mind off Tillie right now.
“Yeah, I’ll finish this in the morning before Jack comes to pick his truck up. Let’s get out of here,” he responds, wiping his hands with a rag to no avail. “You driving or me?”
“I’ll drive. I don’t want your greasy hands on my steering wheel,” I reply laughing.
“You’re dirty too,” he replies with a frown.
“I have washed my hands three times to get at least some of the grease off. You have fresh grease on your hands and I want to go home so just let me open the doors for you so we can get out of here,” I say, still laughing at his childlike frown. He grumbles to himself as I open the shop
