CHAPTER 3: PASSION INTERRUPTEDCAROLINA GLANCED UP AS ADAM waved goodbye from the front office. She waved back, but looked up at the clock on the wall at the same time, thinking he couldn’t possibly be leaving already. Damn. Unless the hands on the clock were wrong, Adam should have left an hour ago—and so should everyone else in the garage. It was nearly eight-o-clock. Samara had to be dreadfully tired, and there was no way her new employee—West—was coming back to work tomorrow after keeping him here long past what was reasonable every night for the past week.
She couldn’t deny that West had proven himself to be a valuable employee in the handful of days they’d worked together. Of course, it was entirely possible that he had no idea what he was doing and half of her customers’ engines had
