Classy Chassis

SALLY

The plan was simple—fix up my ’67 Mustang, film the rebuild for my struggling YouTube channel, and finally prove I can turn my classic-car obsession into a real business.

The plan did not include Nolan West.

He’s all grit and grease, every inch of him hotter than a summer engine. He doesn’t talk much, but when those dark eyes lock on me, I swear he sees everything—my dreams, my fears… even the fact that I’ve never let anyone close enough to touch me.

Now I’m spending my nights in his garage, breathing in the scent of motor oil and man, and wondering if I’m ready to hand over more than just my keys.

NOLAN

I don’t do distractions. Not in my garage. Not in my life.

Then Sally rolls in—sunshine in denim, towing a busted ’67 Mustang and armed with a camera and a plan.

She wants me to help rebuild her car. I should say no.

Instead, I’m giving her my time, my tools… and fighting the urge to be the first man she lets past all those carefully built walls.

I’ve been keeping my hands to myself for longer than I care to admit, waiting for the right woman.

Looks like she just rolled into my shop.