“Hand me the wrench. Please.”
Caleb grabbed the tool and put it in Kit’s outstretched hand. As Kit double- checked the spoiler, Caleb moved around the vehicle and inspected the refurbished car. This was one of his favorite things to do, when he wanted to get away from it all: hang out in the garage. Surfing was another. “Who installed the new engine?” asked Caleb.
“I did, with some help,” said Kit. “Me, Bob, couple of the guys. One hundred twenty-five thousand. That’s what your pop dropped just for the engine to get this ready for the upcoming race.” Kit raised his arm and wiped his brow, moving the dark wavy hair he’d inherited from his Greek immigrant father. “God, it’s f*****g hot already. Can you turn on the fan?”
Caleb walked over to the standing fan, pointed it away from the car a
