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I don’t give a verbal response. I nod my head as he starts to fill out the paperwork.
“You might want to file a police report to get your insurance to cover the costs.”
“It’s not my car. It belongs to my girlfriend.”
“You can file the report on her behalf.”
He walks around the car to look at the other two slashed tires. “Vengeful former best friend or scorned ex?”
I chuckle because he pretty much nailed it. “Ex-husband who’s violating the restraining order.”
“Ouch. This is going to be costly, especially if he ruined the rims.”
“I think we saw the damage in time before the rims bent, but I’ll wait until the garage gets a better look at them.”
Staci’s car isn’t classified as a luxury vehicle, but her car is hers and it was one thing that Jared hadn’t touched until now.
Digging my phone out of my pocket, I dial the number to the garage that I have used since I started driving.
Seth grunts as he answers the phone. “What do you want, Marc?”
His grumpy tone causes me to chuckle because under his tough motorcycle exterior is a delicate, soft interior.
Like a roasted marshmallow.
“Well, I was calling to let you know I was bringing some business your way, but I can find someone else.”
He makes a noise that resembles a chuckle that he tried to not let out. “You wouldn’t do that.”
I let out a belly busting laugh. “No, I wouldn’t do that to you. You’re the biker uncle I never had.”
Of course, I have uncles, but one is an accountant, and the other is an electrician. Neither of them is as cool as Seth.
“Damn straight. You better remember that. What do you have coming in for me?”
“Four slashed tires and hopefully zero fucked up rims.”
“Shit. Who did you piss off?”
“It’s my girlfriend’s car.”
Emotion swells in my heart. I love being able to call Staci my girlfriend to other people.
“Who did she piss off?”
The clacking of keys echoes through the phone.
“No one, but her ex-husband continues to be a nuisance.”
Seth lets out a loud grunt. “Sounds like he’s more like a terror than a nuisance.”
“You have no idea.” I let out a long sigh.
“Well, I’ll replace the tires and give the car a thorough check and get it back to you sometime tomorrow as long as there’s nothing major.”
“Thanks, man.”
After I hang up the call, I glance at Dan, who is preparing Staci’s car to be put up on the truck bed.