How to Save a Life by Amber Nation

get out of it.
    Sheridan did what I reluctantly said and stayed out of my way for the most part. We passed each other going to the bathroom every so often, but she wouldn’t even look at me. I was worn out from working all the time, I put in extra hours at the station and when I wasn’t there, I was drowning myself in vehicle parts, just to keep out of sight.
    I honestly didn’t know how to fix whatever ‘relationship’ we had and I was actually surprised that she was sticking around.
    I walked into the garage only to roll my eyes at the odd song choice for Brock to be listening to blaring from the speakers. I didn’t want to be bothered, so I just left the volume where it was, even if it was “Can’t Touch This" by MC Hammer.
    I grabbed a slightly used shop rag, which meant it didn’t have as much grease caked on it as the others, and shoved it into my back pocket. You never knew what would occur being underneath the hood of a vehicle. And I walked over to Sheridan’s car which had pretty much taken up residence in a bay within the garage.
    She had finally received the insurance check, which was more than what the car was being sold for. So in the end she’ll have money left over out of the deal. She’d been leaving money on my kitchen counter for when I went grocery shopping, but I never used it. I invited her to stay at my house, I wasn’t about to make her pay for anything.
    I remembered back to a few weeks ago when I brought her here to take a look at the car. I knew it was in pretty great condition for the price excluding the fact that it needed a new transmission and odds and ends such as brakes, and a new set of windshield wipers.
    That was also the day when she met Brock.
    He was piddling around in the backroom where the extra common parts were stored. Oil filters, oil, spark plugs, belts, things like that.
    Thinking he was sneaky, he went to the stereo and turned on God knows what and came up beside me.
    Sheridan had yet to say anything, she was just walking around the Monte Carlo running a finger alongside the sleek black exterior.
    Finally, the stereo kicked on and I inwardly groaned and gave Brock the stink eye as “Do You Wanna Touch Me" by Joan Jett began streaming through the speakers.
    I casually glanced over to Sheridan who had a deer in the headlights look and her face quickly flushed, and then looked back at Brock who had the cheesiest fucking grin plastered on his face.
    I mouthed the word, “Bastard," to him before he spoke up.
    “Pretty nice, huh?" he asked as indicated towards the car. He casually stepped closer in Sheridan’s direction wiping his hand on his grease stained dark denim jeans and then held it out for her to shake. “I’m Brock Monroe, it’s nice to meet you Sheridan."
    She idly took one look at his rough, filthy, overworked hands and I’ll be damned if she didn’t grasp his hand in a firm handshake.
    This woman wasn’t afraid to get dirty, she surprised me at every turn.
    “It’s so nice to meet you as well, Brock. Um, one question," her hand left Brock’s as she pointed towards the car, “that’s a two door car."
    Brock grasped his chin and he partially turned towards me and we each let out a little chuckle. Sheridan wasn’t talking to me, but I was the one who answered.
    “Yeah, that’s right. Monte Carlo’s only come in two doors."
    “Is that a problem?" Brock asked.
    She looked at it a little more before shaking her head no.
    Shoving his hands in his pockets, Brock started walking around the car. “This car does need some work, but like I’m sure Mike has told you that he is planning on doing most of the work himself, so it’ll keep the costs lower. If you look inside of it, it’s in immaculate condition, the mileage isn’t bad for the year. Really, you won’t find a better deal. It just so happened that Sheriff Mitchell brought it in here and wanted me to help him pass word around that he was selling it. I think it’ll be a great car for you,