Chapter Four
Donovan
Later the following afternoon, I leaned against one of the trucks at the station and tossed a rag into a bucket on the floor.
“Well, that should be it for today,” I commented, glancing at Jesse who was leaning against the wall in the garage, guzzling a bottle of water.
A voice called over from the other side of the truck. “I don’t know, Donovan, did you check the bearings over here?”
The voice in question belonged to Emily Lane. She was our station employee who basically did everything.
“Sure did, took care of it before you got here,” I returned, and Jesse grinned.
All of us around the station treated Emily like our little sister. Jesse was about to marry Emily’s aunt, who had adopted Emily after her mother passed away. I pushed away from the truck and rounded t
