Karen McMahon barged into Trembley Auto Repair. Gus was resting in his usual spot in the front seat of Roy's pickup truck when he heard someone approaching. His sharp canine ears perked up. He sat up and looked out the window. When he saw that it was Karen, he growled low and bared his teeth.
Roy looked up from under the hood of the car he was working on. He wiped his forehead with a greasy rag. Sweat ran down his bare, tanned chest. A few stray drops slinked along in the peaks and valleys of his perfect abs. As he leaned on the car's open hood, his bicep made the ideal holder for the rag.
"What the hell is this s**t?" Karen screamed as she threw a beautiful bouquet of flowers on the dirty garage floor. She stepped on them to grind them into the oil-spotted cement just for dram
