I gasped. “You spent eight thousand dollars on a motorcycle parked in Davy Jones’s locker for a decade?”
“Four of us did. And it’ll pay off for all of us once we sell it.”
“How much do you expect to get?”
“Somewhere between sixty-five and seventy thousand.”
“Holy mackerel. Can we take her for a ride?”
“She’s almost done but I need to finish the electrical work first. Do you wanna help me with the wiring system?”
“Who, me?” I asked jokingly, looking to my left and right.
“Yes, you, sexy.”
“Wait, this is the project bike you were telling me about?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“This isn’t a project bike, honey. It’s something of value. I don’t know the first thing about wires or electrical systems of any kind.”
“No time like the present to learn, eh?”
“What if I royally fuck something up? You’ll lose money. I don’t know that I want to be responsible for that.”
“I’ll be here to guide you the whole way,” he promised.
“Okay then,” I said, rolling up my sleeves. “Oh, but we are going to have to order a pizza. I really am starving.”
He pulled out his phone. “I can do that. Combo no anchovies?”
“You’re seriously going to deny me anchovies?”
“You want my mouth?”
I sighed. “Fine, no anchovies.”
He grinned. “Correct answer.”
Once he’d ordered the pizza, we got down to work.
* * *
A week later, Huck’s dad was involved in a bad car wreck and he and Daisy flew to Montana to be with him while he recuperated. Unfortunately for us, Booker insisted on Cash going, along with Razor, to have her back.
I was not happy about Cash leaving, and I was especially unhappy because I couldn’t talk to Daisy about it. I still hadn’thad the chance to talk to her about it (because I was a big, fat chicken), and Cash was getting a little irked with waiting. I was determined to do it when they got back and said as much as he kissed me goodbye.
For the moment, however, I was working in the club shop in an effort to distract myself when I heard Buzz call over the intercom.
“Shop’s closed. All personnel head out for the day.”
Gloria hit a few keys on the computer then turned to me. “I wonder what that’s all about.”
“Don’t know, but I’d enjoy the afternoon off,” I said.
“Oh, I plan to.”
“Have a good one,” I said.
