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Across the garage, Reign unwraps another protein bar because apparently the man needs a scheduled snack break from standing around looking pretty. “Nah, she’s got a rehab release with the rescue. One of the dolphins she’s been working with is finally going back out and she’s leading the release team.”

I stop turning the wrench. “So none of you are going?”

Echo shakes her head. “We already told her, she was cool about it, she doesn’t want us to miss anything and this set was last minute so not much we can do.”

“Then who the fuck is going with her?”

Talon shrugs. “Bex said Cece might ask her cousins.”

“Her cousins?”

“Yeah.”

“Which cousins?”

“I don’t fucking know, Revel. Her cousins,” Talon adds with annoyance.

“Are they useful?”

Thorne snorts. “What kind of question is that, mate?”

“A normal one.”

“No, it ain’t.”

I look around at all of them. “Does anyone know if they understand her setup? Can they lift anything? Show up on time? Or are we talking about two random assholes who’ll roll in hungover, lose half her cables, and call that helping?”

The garage gets quiet.

Not completely.

There’s still music coming from the speaker and a bike running outside, but every person close enough to hear me has stopped what they’re doing.

Talon looks at Sayshen.

Sayshen looks at Thorne.

“What?” I ask, lifting the wrench.

Sayshen’s mouth starts to curve as he wipes his hands on a rag. “Nothing.”

“That is not a nothing face.”

“You just asked for the fucking employment history of Cece’s cousins.”

“No, I asked if they’re useful.”

Talon lets out a dry laugh and turns back to the parts spread across the bench.

Sayshen shakes his head, still grinning as he crouches beside his bike again. Thorne snorts and drops his eyes back to the sketchbook in his lap, while Echo slides underneath her bike like she wants no part of whatever the fuck is wrong with me.

Her cousins.

Yeah, no.

Fuck that.

I don’t know shit about DJ equipment, but I can carry the heavy stuff, fix her car when it inevitably decides to die again, and make sure no thirsty promoter gets confused about whose girl she is.