Regardless of my love for my job, nothing compares to the reduction I really feel on the finish of my shift. Sawyer, the safety guard stationed exterior, walks me to my automobile as he has performed many occasions earlier than.

“Let me get that door for you, Ivy,” he says, and I click on the button on my key fob. Sawyer has been working right here for just a little over a yr, and I’m positive he’s simply as able to go house as I’m.

“Thanks! Have a great evening,” I say as I slide into my automobile and toss my purse onto the passenger seat. Sawyer nods and closes the door behind me. I flip the important thing within the ignition, and my automobile received’t begin. I crank it once more, after which a 3rd time, with no luck.

“Rattling it.” Okay, keep calm. It’s an previous automobile.

After taking a deep breath, I flip the important thing another time. Glancing round to see if Sawyer remains to be close by, I see he’s already gone. “Come on, child woman, don’t do that to me. Simply get me house, and we’ll take you to the mechanic for a spa day. I promise.”

A knock sounds on the window, and I soar, letting out a scream that echoes inside my automobile. I look as much as see Stone’s smiling face and his hand motioning me to roll down the window.

As an alternative, I push open the door and stare up at him. “If I may roll down the window, I’d be midway house already.”

His brows arch in shock. “I can look beneath the hood if you would like. Most likely simply the battery.”

I snigger. “You understand about automobiles now?”

“Properly, the humorous factor is, I labored at a automobile store in California.”

I snigger. “Have a look at you, Mr. Mechanic.”

He chuckles. “Oh, don’t give me an excessive amount of credit score. I solely know sufficient to impress you.”

“Properly, colour me impressed then.”

He leans ahead, arms unfold vast, one on the door and the opposite on high of the automobile. “What’ll be? A peek beneath the hood or a journey house?”

I ignore the shivers that run down my overheated backbone, chalking it as much as the cool evening air and never the phrases peek beneath the hood. I’m simply drained, that’s all. I swallow and nod. “A journey house can be nice, thanks.”

“Come on.” He smiles as he opens the door, nodding for me to observe him. “Acquired somethin’ to point out ya.”

I snigger. “I’ve heard that line earlier than.”

Stone’s snigger cuts by way of the air, a transparent signal he’s as much as one thing. “Wager you have got, Ivy,” he shoots again, a teasing sparkle in his eye that’s gone as rapidly because it appeared. Makes me marvel if it was simply my creativeness operating wild after a protracted day.

“Why’d you park within the boonies?” I ask, throwing a look on the traditional parking zone.

“You’ll see,” Stone says, a mischievous grin spreading throughout his face as he beats me across the nook. Together with his broad shoulders blocking the view, I’m left trailing in his wake till he steps apart, grandly gesturing towards the revelation. “Try this magnificence.”

Blinking away the disbelief, I’m looking at a Harley that’s all types of shiny, sparkly, and downright gorgeous. And oddly acquainted. “Wow. That’s a beast. Yours?”

Stone’s snigger is contagious, and he pulls me in for a better look, his enthusiasm magnetic. “Imagine it or not, it’s the previous one. Dad and the fellows gave it a facelift. Cool, huh?”

I step nearer, recollections flooding in as I run a finger alongside the smooth gasoline tank. “We had some epic rides on this beast, did not we? Even when he was extra beast than magnificence.”

“She, Ivy. At all times she,” he corrects me with a playful wag of his finger.

I smile on the bike, now seeing it by way of a lens of fondness and respect. “Acquired a reputation for her?”

“I name her Child,” Stone declares with a satisfaction that’s each endearing and barely amusing.

“That is unbelievable, Stone. Actually.”

“Yeah, virtually shed a tear after they unveiled her.”

“Tears?” I tease, nudging him flippantly. “For actual?”

He raises an eyebrow, his grin betraying his robust exterior. “Nah, bikers don’t cry. It’s the mud, at all times the mud.”

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