Ava Holland.
Suits her.
Curves she hides under soft layers. Freckles. Hazel eyes. A mouth that goes shy before it smiles.
And that careful edge.
It’s the careful that sticks.
Havoc’s voice pulls me back. “You going now?”
“Yeah.”
Saint watches me for a second. “Don’t do anything you can’t undo.”
I grab my gloves. “I’m getting coffee.”
Ghost snorts. “Sure you are.”
I glance at him. “Worry about your ride. I’ll handle mine.”
His gaze holds. Then he nods once. Respect. Warning. Both.
As I turn, Havoc calls after me. “Tell your coffee girl I said hi.”
I don’t look back. “If you talk to her, I’ll break your jaw.”
Havoc laughs, delighted. “He’s serious. He’s fucking serious!”
I leave before I decide to make the threat a fact.
The cold hits the second I step outside.
Good.
It clears my head.
I swing onto my bike and fire it up. The engine rumble settles into my bones.
Main Street’s a short ride.Tooshort.
Her truck’s there.
But the window’s shut.
No steam.
No scent.
No movement.
My hands tighten on the grips.
I roll closer, scanning the street on instinct. Road Captain doesn’t do surprises.
Nothing.
Justclosed.
