Jade lifted her head as she heard the beloved sound of a Harley Davidson motorcycle pulling into the yard. She stood up and wiped her hands on the rag tucked in her pocket. She knew that Gary would ask her to work on it. She had a special way with Harleys. It was almost mystical. At least that’s how Gary put it. From the sound of the engine she could tell exactly what was wrong with it. It wouldn’t take her too long to fix it as long as they had the parts in stock. Knowing Gary as she did, she knew the parts probably weren’t here.
Mark Calloway, better known in the world of Sports Entertainment as the Undertaker, walked into the office of Gary’s Garage. Before he trusted these people with his baby, he wanted to meet the owner. He walked up to the desk and rang the bell. A short man in blue-gray coveralls came out of the office door located behind the desk.
“Good evening” he said pleasantly, “What can I do for you?”
“Are you Gary?” Mark said in his usual gruff voice.
“Yes, yes I am. I’m Gary Mac Elroy,”
Mark slowly reached up and pulled his black sunglasses off his face. He looked a Gary intently.
“Oh my god!” came Jimmy’s shocked voice, “It’s the Undertaker!”
“Who?” Gary asked,
“The Undertaker, one of the biggest, baddest, professional wrestlers in the sport today”
Mark gave a small smile as the young man stared at him. Jimmy continued to stare it awe.
“Jimmy don’t you have a Yamaha waiting for you?” Gary pointed out. He didn’t like people to feel at all uncomfortable in his shop. Jimmy nodded and scooted into the back.
“I need to have my ride checked out,” Mark said as he stared hard at Gary.
“What kind of motorcycle is it?” Gary asked as he made notes in his ledger.
“It’s a Harley Davidson.” Mark said.
“Well you’re in luck sir. I have THE best Harley Davidson mechanic in the entire United States working for me. We’ll have your ride up and purring like a kitten in no time at all.”
“I can’t hang out here and wait,” Mark pointed out.
“Well, if you can leave a number where you can be reached, I can give you a call when she’s fixed,” Gary said.
Mark looked at Gary carefully. He knew that he could trust this man and his people with his bike. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a scrap of paper. He wrote down the number to his hotel room and the arena.
“I’ll be in the area for the next 5 days. We’re doing a couple shows at the local arenas,” Mark said, “You let me know the second my ride is up and running.”
“Not a problem, Mr.?”
“Calloway. Mark Calloway”
“That won’t be a problem, Mr. Calloway” Gary smiled, “Jade works miracles with Harleys.”
Mark left Gary’s Garage with confidence that his bike was safe. Triple H and Stone Cold would not be able to say the same thing.
Jade spread the tarp down and began to work on the Harley Davidson that had come in that morning. It was one sweet machine. She had already figured out what the problem was and if she ever found out who had done this, she’d beat the shit out of him or her.
She had been right about the parts not being in stock. They would not be in until that afternoon at around 6:00 p.m. In the meantime she could work on the minor inconsistencies with the engine. When she was through with this baby, it was going to run better than new. This guy took care of his Harley and that was something that Jade could respect in a man. This Mark Calloway loved his Harley almost as much as she did.
Mark walked into Gary’s shortly before 7:00 p.m. that evening. It had only taken them the day to fix his bike. This Jade person was really good on time, but he’d have to postpone judgment until he saw the quality of his work.
Gary greeted him as he walked through the door.
“Good Evening Mr. Calloway,” Gary said.
“Evening” he said, “You said my bike was done?”
“Yup. Jade is just finishing up. Has a way with the paint. You’re not even going to be able to tell anything at all happened to her”
“Where is she?” Mark asked, “Go right through those doors. Jade is in the back lot with your bike. Likes to work on paint jobs and waxing in natural light,”
Mark walked through the doors and stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes first took in the long, thick brown braid and then down the slender arch of her back as she ran her hands, holding the chamois cloth, slowly up the curve of the gas tank. Her strong legs balanced the bike easily as she ran the clothe over the handlebars. There was something sensual about the way she stroked his bike. It was as if she were stroking him. The tension built in his lower belly. He heard footsteps behind him. Gary stopped once he reached Mark’s side. He watched Jade as she worked.
“It is a shame” Gary said, “Such a passionate woman wastes her passion on machines”
“Perhaps she just hasn’t found someone worth spending that passion on”
Mark said as he watched her dismount the bike and lower the kickstand. She wiped her hands on her rag and studied the bike for anything she missed. When she was satisfied that everything was as it should be, she sighed. Jade tilted her face to the sun and heaved another sigh. She had been working on this particular bike all day. She loved her work, but it was hard work. She slowly unzipped the top of her coveralls and pushed the sleeves off. Tying it around her waist, she used another cloth to wipe the sweat from the back of her neck and chest. She turned towards the garage and stopped dead in her tracks. There was a man staring at her. He was at least seven feet tall and he was big. His hair was red and curling over his shoulders. Black sunglasses hid his eyes but his black leather vest revealed heavily tattooed arms and a broad chest. Tight jeans encased his long legs and hard thighs. Jade felt an aching in her lower stomach. He had an aura about him that sent her senses humming.
“Jade!” Gary called, motioning her over with his hand. She walked over to him, her eyes never leaving the huge man standing next to him.
“This is Mr. Calloway” Gary said with a smile as he noted the intense look in her eyes. She usually reserved that look for a Harley.
“Hi” she said. He nodded, not trusting his voice just yet.
“Mr. Calloway owns that Harley Davidson that you’ve been working on all day,” Gary said.
“It’s a beautiful machine,” Jade said.
“Yeah” Mark answered, “That’s my baby”
Jade laughed. She knew that feeling. She loved her Harley as if it were her child too. She reached out and offered her hand. Mark enveloped her hand with his and shook it. Mark returned her smile and then he walked over to his bike. Carefully he examined it, looking for any signs of the damage that had been done. He couldn’t find any.
“Damn” he whispered
“Were you hoping to find something I missed?” Jade said tightly.
