First Sight

I never believed in love at first sight. Then I meet Elyse, and now I’ll believe anything.

Running a busy auto shop and dealing with my two business partners keeps me on my toes. I barely have a second to scratch myself most days.

Then a lawyer walks in and informs me I’ve inherited a spoiled dog from an aunt I’ve never met. I don’t have time for a pet, let alone one who expects to be pampered at every turn.

Just when I think my ordinary day can’t get any weirder, I find out fate isn’t finished with me yet.

Turns out the woman of my dreams works at an animal shelter, and if I want a chance to win her dog-loving heart, I’ll need to find space in mine for a cheeky Pekingese who just might turn out to be the best inheritance a guy could get.

This over-the-top quick read is just what you're looking for if you like insta-love romance with a little bit of humor.

After Tony pulls Mrs. Jacobs’ Chevy back, I turn to Zander and growl, “I’m going to lose my sanity over that kid.” I just gave Mr. Mills his oil change free because the little shit ran his mouth and offended the older man.
As Zander runs his hand down his face, he sighs. “Give him a chance. He’s still young and stupid. Hell, he graduated high school three weeks ago.”
I glare at my business partner. “You’re in charge of the mechanics. Manage the little asshole before I lose my mind.” Zander flips me off before I storm into my office and slam the door. This is the third time this week the new-hire has screwed up, and I’m getting tired of dealing with the fall-out. I like to sit in my office and deal with the paperwork, not kiss customers’ asses because young dumbass mechanics can’t keep their mouths shut.
Zander sticks his head in my office door twenty minutes later. “There’s a guy in a business suit out here to see you.” If this is another Tony fuck-up, I’m going to kill the little bastard and be done with my problem.
Sighing in frustration, I slam my hand down on the desk. I took one day off, and this whole place has gone to hell. I look over at my business partner and demand, “Can’t you handle it?”
“Not this.” Zander walks away, and I wonder what the hell is going on.
The short, bald guy leaning against the counter stands straighter when I walk up. His wrinkled suit looks like he slept in it, and I’m positive I see ketchup stains on his dark green tie. I blink several times, sure I’m imagining the furry mop he has sitting at his feet. “I’m Slater Torrey. How can I help you?” He takes my hand, and I’m surprised at his firm grip.
“Mr. Torrey, I’m Dorian Lorrin, your late aunt’s attorney. Since you failed to show up for the reading of her will, I’ve come here to bring your inheritance to you.”
The fucker steps over to me, and I look down and realize he’s wrapped the leash handle around my hand. The rust-colored furball is staring up at me suspiciously. “Wait a minute. I have no idea what in the hell you’re talking about. You have the wrong guy. I don’t have any dead aunts.”
The lawyer sets a briefcase on the counter then pulls out an envelope and several other pieces of paper. He looks over at Zander before looking back at me. “Do you give me permission to discuss your personal business in front of this gentleman?” Zander grunts at the lawyer’s description but doesn’t leave.
“Yes. Let’s get this over with.”
“First of all, would you confirm that you are Slater Torrey, son of Hollis Torrey?” I have a sinking feeling at the mention of my dead father’s name.
“Yes, Hollis Torrey was my father, but he didn’t have any siblings. Neither did my mother,” I inform the lawyer as the little dog dances around at my feet. Both of my parents were only children, so I know there are no long lost aunts that are going to come out of the woodwork.
It looks like Mr. Lorrin has a shock for me. “Your father had an aunt, a Ms. Mildred Torrey. She was quite a few years younger than her brother, your grandfather. She was disowned by the family in her early twenties and never had any further contact with the family. Ms. Torrey never married or had any kids of her own. She found out a few months ago that she had a terminal condition and wanted to find her family.” He hands me the envelope. “She found you and requested that I give you this with your inheritance.”