“Well, he wouldn’t tell.”
“No, he wouldn’t,” Cash agreed.
“Okay, so are you coming back to finish the bikes with us or are we in a fight?”
“Those are my only options?”
“Right now, yes.”
He rolled his eyes. “I’m gonna stay right here and finish this Mustang. I’m already a day behind.”
“So, we’re in a fight.”
“Jesus, woman, are you being serious right now?”
“You’re not telling me what the hell’s going on, so, yes, I’m being serious right now.”
He ripped off his gloves, slid a hand into his jeans pocket, pulling out a wad of cash and handing it to me. “Here’s your refund.”
I took it with a frown. “What refund?”
“From Hooks. He saw the error of his ways and it’s his way of making it right.”
“How bad?”
“Not bad,” he said, knowing exactly what I was asking. “He’s still alive.”
“Cash,” I breathed out.
“You better get back,” he said.
“Are you really not going to join us? It’s actually kind of fun. Cambry and Tillie are totally miserable, but I’m fascinated by how everything works, but it would be better if you were there.”
“You go have fun, then.”
“Won’t Hatch be mad?” I asked.
“I’ll deal with Hatch.”
I bit back tears as I turned and walked out of the auto bay.
“Teagan,” my best friend, Daisy, called as I stepped back into the main garage.
“Hi! What are you doing here?”
“I’m here for moral support,” she said, before frowning and looping her arm with mine. “Come with me.”
“I really have to get back—”
“In a minute,” she said, tugging me toward one of the offices in the back. Closing the door, she faced me and squeezed my arms. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Lies,” she said with a dramatic gasp. “You look like John Wick right after his puppy got killed. Did Glo-Stick say something to you?”
“Gloria’s here?”
“In all her stupid bitch glory,” Daisy confirmed.
