“What’s going on?” I asked again.
“You got someone after you?” Dad asked with a huff. “Cuttin’ your power steerin’ line?”
“Yes,” I said with mock seriousness. “I should’ve told you. I’m an assassin, and I’m on the run from a shadow organization. They’ve found me.”
Dad chuckled.
“Why the hell would anyone do something to my car?” I asked doubtfully. “Ididborrow it from the club, though. You have something you want to tellme?”
“I’m the head of the shadow organization,” Dad said dryly. “Boo.”
I grinned as he looked back at the car.
“So, I’m guessing this won’t be a quick fix?”
“Nope.”
“Uh, do you think I could take one of the other cars?” I asked hopefully.
Bas shook his head. “We need to check the others.”
“Well, shit,” I complained. “I mean, I guess it’s better that it happened to me and not a customer, right?”
“Fuck no,” my dad said, his back to me as he leaned in to mess with something under the hood. “Who cares about those assholes?”
I walked over and sat down on a rolling stool while they kept messing with the car. They’d figured out what was wrong with it, so I wasn’t sure what they were doing, but I wasn’t in any hurry. It’s not like I had anything else going on.
Eventually they stepped away from the car, and Dad wiped his hands with a rag before striding to the other end of the garage. He disappeared from view just as he lifted his phone to his ear.
I twisted back and forth on the stool as Bas headed toward a sink in the back to wash his hands. I wondered if they had cameras in the garage that were catching me staring at him as he bent a little at the waist to rinse off his forearms. It was so quiet that I had the inappropriate urge to wolf whistle.
Chapter 6
Harper
“Bas is gonnatake you home,” Dad announced, striding toward me. “I need to stay here a bit longer, and I don’t want you waitin’.”
“I don’t mind waiting.” I wasn’t sure when he’daskedBas to drive me home, considering the man was still drying off his hands across the room.
“You’re not invited to wait,” he said, not unkindly.
I nodded in understanding. While I’d grown up in and around the Aces compound, and I could call on any of its members if I needed them, there were some things that I would never be a part of. Club business would never be my business.
“Lily’s helmet’s in the office,” Dad called out to Bas. “Grab it, will you?”
“Thanks for coming to get me,” I said, standing up. “Sorry it was such a hassle.”
“That’s my job,” Dad said, wrapping his arm over my shoulders. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”
“I think it felt a lot more dramatic than it actually was,” I said ruefully as he led me outside.
“Harp, if you’d have panicked, our night would be goin’ a lot different than it is now,” he replied. “Nothin’ wrong with bein’ shaken up.”
“All’s well that ends well, right?”
He squeezed my shoulders. “You good with Bas drivin’ you home?”
I rolled my eyes as we came to a stop next to Bas’s bike.
