Page 281 of Bitter’s Sweet

My feet slow.

Nevermore notices.

“You don't have to go in.”

I look at him. “Hyde wants me.”

“Hyde can want things.”

Interesting.

Apparently the whole club attended Mercy Duvall’s consent seminar.

I almost smile.

“What is this?”

Nevermore looks toward the open bay.

“Something Bitter should've done already.”

My pulse changes.

“No.”

His brows lift.

“I don't want some giant public proposal.”

“That ain't what this is.”

“I don't want him putting me on the spot.”

“He won't.”

“You sure?”

Nevermore gives me a tired look.

“Sweet, I told that dumb bastard not to break your trust before he did it. I am not helping him screw up the apology.”

Fair.

I square my shoulders.

“Okay.”

We walk inside.

The garage smells like oil, coffee, rubber, and men who have spent too many hours arguing in one place.

Hyde stands near the main workbench. CSI is there. Ghoul. Sweeney. Carver. Boogie. Several others.

Trixie leans against the far wall with her arms folded.

My stomach knots harder.

Bitter stands near his bike.