Free Always My Girl (The Shaughnessy Brothers) by Samantha Chase Page A

getting started. And Anna? Well, she had brought him food at all hours of the day and night because he had refused to stop working in those first few months, and she had always made sure he was taken care of.
    Shit. He hadn’t allowed himself to think about her much since the wedding. The entire weekend had pretty much messed with him on multiple levels. The whole thing with his dad and Martha still made Quinn want to shudder, but he knew it wasn’t something that was going to go away. His father deserved to be happy, and if right now that meant dating Martha Tate, then who was Quinn to try and stop it?
    But the whole revelation thing with Anna? It was something that was going to stick for a while. Besides the whole crazy bikini body thing, having his brother tell him Anna had been crushing on him for years? Hell, he still couldn’t wrap his brain around it.
    The sound of approaching footprints had Quinn looking over his shoulder. A smile soon followed. “Hey! Wasn’t expecting to see you around so soon,” he said as Aidan walked up and gave him a hug.
    “We got back last night, and I was driving through town and saw your car outside and figured I’d stop by and see the new shop. I haven’t been in here since before you opened.”
    “Yeah, I know, and it was really starting to piss me off,” Quinn teased.
    Aidan looked around the shop and then spotted the two cars, his eyes going wide. “Holy crap,” he said with a hint of awe. “Is that…? Are those…?”
    Quinn stepped up beside him and placed an arm around his brother’s shoulder with a friendly pat. “Yup. You are looking at a 1969 Chevy Camaro and an amazing 1960 Corvette.”
    Aidan simply stared at the cars for a long moment before turning toward Quinn. “Am I allowed to touch them?”
    A loud laugh escaped before Quinn could help himself. “Dude, you can even sit in them.”
    “Seriously? That’s allowed?” he asked even as he walked toward the Corvette. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen one of these up close. How’d you get your hands on one?”
    “They belong to a buddy of mine I used to race with. He’s a collector, and he’s had these two cars in storage for a while and finally decided he wanted to go ahead and restore them.”
    Aidan gingerly opened the car door and sat down. And sighed. “Oh man…this is incredible. It almost seems a shame to do anything to it.”
    Quinn chuckled. “Yeah, I used to think of it like that too, but Jake wants to be able to take them out once in a while. Personally, I’m all for it. Cars are meant to be driven and enjoyed—not just looked at.”
    “So what are you going to do to them?”
    Walking around each of the cars, Quinn allowed himself to get a little lost in the details. “Both of their engines are in fair condition, so we’re going to take them out, clean them, and replace whatever needs replacing. The Camaro has a fair amount of rust, so we’re going to be sanding the body down and setting it right and then repainting. New tires for each of them. Replacing the vinyl on the interior of the Corvette and the entire backseat in the Camaro.”
    “Damn. That’s a lot of work, Quinn.”
    “And that’s only the half of it.”
    “No!” Aidan cried, climbing from the car and walking over to the other.
    Quinn nodded. “There’s a lot to it. Each car will almost be completely pulled apart then and put back together to make sure everything is pristine—the wiring, the fuel system, the exhaust…everything.”
    “What’s your timeline on something like this?”
    “It’s not a quick turnaround if that’s what you’re thinking.”
    Aidan shook his head. “No, I’m serious. You’ve never done the restoration around here, close to home, so I have no idea.”
    “At minimum? You’re looking at a thousand hours per car at least. And that’s if there aren’t any surprises, complications, or mishaps. The average car collector—if he was doing it on his own—could take up to two years to