My father had always been a control freak, and it didn’t take long to figure out that he was going to try to dictate my life – even from the grave.
He’d told me that I should marry. I’d heard it every day since I turned 18. I’d actually done it, too, but it hadn’t worked out. I didn’t think it was wise to do it again. Not after what had happened with Denise.
Now the family business was on the line if I didn’t get married soon.
My brother James and I were both entitled to the Hacksaw Garage – if, that is, we were married.
I knew that James didn’t care about the place. He would milk it dry and run it into the ground.
I couldn’t let that happen. I had to find a way to keep the garage in the glory my father left it in.
I just had to find a wife first. Fortunately, after overhearing a conversation, I had the perfect woman in mind. She needed a place to stay, and I needed her to sign on the dotted line.
Who would have thought that I would lose myself to Marta in just one night?