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I kill the engine and pull off my helmet, shaking my hair loose as Wolfe parks beside me.

He catches me looking at him.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

His mouth pulls into a grin. “Bullshit.”

I swing off my bike. “You’re awfully cocky for someone who was pining on a beach this morning.”

“For fuck’s sake.”

I laugh and head for the open garage doors before he can retaliate.

The place is already loud.

Revel is sitting backward on a rolling stool, spinning himself in slow circles while Reign stands beside one of the bikes looking like he’s seriously considering kicking him off it.

Draygon’s leaning against a workstation with his arms crossed. Sayshen and Talon are by the tool cabinets talking about something that sounds suspiciously like suspension settings, and Thorne is across the garage drinking from a bottle of water.

My steps slow without permission.

Thorne looks over.

Our eyes meet.

And there it is again.

That fucking weirdness.

Not anger exactly. But something is still sitting between us, and after talking to Wolfe this morning, I’m even more aware of it.

They’re both hurt. They both want eachother, and I’m caught somewhere in the middle while also wanting both of them.

Oh, and Draygon.

Can’t forget Draygon.

Jesus Christ.

I need a hobby that doesn’t involve emotionally unavailable motorcycle racers.

Actually, no, I need a fucking convent.

“You two finally decided to show up,” Talon says.

I look at the clock on the wall.

“Literally three minutes early.”

“Still cutting it close.”

“Okay, Dad.”

Sayshen snorts.

Talon gives me a flat look. “Don’t.”