I always lose track of time when I’m in here. Her face is a little flushed and her eyes sparkle with panic. I whirl around to find Sadie’s head popped in through the cracked door to the garage. I take one more walk around it making mental notes on what more needs to be done-exhaust, 15x8 gold snowflake wheels, and. The firebird on the hood and all the pin-striping done in gold pearl giving it that classic look with an added flare that’ll only be seen close up or when the sun hits it just right. The cold metal of my Milwaukee tool cabinet presses against my shoulder as I lean back and take in the view.Ī ’77 Pontiac Trans Am in phantom black. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.Ĭover by Amanda Simpson of Pixel Mischief Design The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. All characters and storylines are the property of the author and your support and respect is appreciated. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights. This book may not be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission from the author.
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