“Thanks for coming with me,” my father says.
I turn and watch how his attention is on the road ahead of him while he drives us to the garage.Most of the members of Pitfall Breakers work at the garage, fixing cars, motorcycles, making custom bikes, and selling them.
Except for the prospect who put the car in front of the clubhouse.After it blew up the prospect fled, but I was told he was among the ones who died at my uncle’s clubhouse.At least everyone is accounted for.
Sable explained how the garage is owned by my father, but it’s fully run by the club.My old man works there too.Just like today and it’s another half hour until his shift ends.
“Welcome,” I murmur.
He throws me a quick smile and then the driving gets his full focus again.
A few minutes pass when he suddenly says, “Do you know anything about working with computers?Putting stuff in there and sending emails and shit?”
I frown, wondering why he’s bringing this up, but still answer with, “Yes.”
“Would you be willing to help me in the office?”He doesn’t glance at me, and I notice his hands tightening around the steering wheel.
The past month I’ve been staying at Sable’s cabin.We’ve visited the clubhouse a few times and I’ve been to the garage twice when Sable needed to pick something up.
I must say, Kujo has been sweet.All my life I didn’t have a father, and now that I do, I didn’t really know what to expect.If anything, I’m pretty sure Kujo feels the same way.After a month we’re still somewhat awkward.All while the connection with Sable has only grown.
Kujo throws another glance my way and I realize I’ve been stuck in my head instead of answering his question.Which was about helping him at work...just like I helped my mother at the diner before she stopped and sold the place due to her illness.
“Sure,” I tell him.
“Yes?”His voice is filled with a mixture of disbelief and happiness.
I nod, but his eyes are still on the road in front of us when he takes the turn which leads to where the garage is.
Once he stops the car, he turns to face me and says, “It’s actually a job if you’re willing to work for me.”
“A job?”Excitement fills me.
“Yes.We could talk about how many hours or days you’d like to work.This is not about tying you to me or anything, because you would be working in my office.I just really need the help, and I thought it would be nice to do something...other than staying at the cabin.You’d also be close to Sable.I don’t know what he thinks about it, though.”
“You haven’t asked him?”I whisper.
Kujo is now wearing a huge smile, and I’m sure me giving him more than one word at a time is the reason.I’m trying here.Over the past few weeks my triggers have faded some due to the stress level going down after everything from my past was handled.
Wisely Dicey MC helped with getting back the money and selling the property I inherited.I do have a nice bank account and don’t have to work, but in reality, I do.Working at the garage behind a computer near those I have come to trust sounds great.
My father shakes his head.“I wanted to discuss it with you first.”
That’s another thing.I keep bouncing between Kujo and calling him my father inside my head.It seems weird to call him Dad, but maybe one day I will feel comfortable enough to do it.
“Gotcha.”I grin, with a double meaning inside my head.
It’s time I open up and let him inside.He’s the only parent I have left.We have all the time in the world to get to know one another.Kujo never knew I existed, and when he found out?He stepped up, and it’s because of him I connected with Sable.
He returns my grin.“Come on, let me show you the horrible side of the job I’m shamelessly shoving your way so I don’t have to do them anymore.”
I laugh as I get out of his vehicle.Sable, who is squatting down beside a bike, turns his head my way.He instantly throws the tools he was holding to the ground and strides our way.
“Everything okay?”Sable rumbles and pulls me to him.
“Clothes,” I gasp when he hugs me close.
Sable chuckles.“Don’t care, darlin’.Clothes can be washed.”
