“Thought it would go away at first. Besides…” Spencer nodded my way again. “Things have been busy around here. Didn’t think we could find the time.”
Leo let her shoulders drop an inch as she shook her head. “Well, we’re not busy now. Bring it around to the garage and let me take a look.”
“Leo—”
“Come on. I’ve been wanting to do some work on my own bike anyway.”
Spencer eyed me one more time, letting her eyes linger. “And our little captive?”
Leo turned toward the driveway, nodding for me to follow. “She can come with.”
23
KIERA
I followed closer behind them,not wanting to get left out any more than I already was. But the two of them walked ahead of me, chatting about the bike.
It was leaner than the red Ducati Leo drove.
Probably easier to maneuver.
They rolled the bike away from the house and toward a large carriage house at the edge of the driveway.
It was gorgeous, and — even from the outside — larger than most people’s houses. Dark mahogany carriage doors towered over the driveway, casting a long shadow on the gravel.
On the Suzuki’s handlebars, Spencer clicked a black button.
As she did, the wood doors swung open toward us.
Neither of my two angels waited for the door to fully open before stepping inside. They didn’t miss a beat as automatic fluorescent lights flicked on, casting a sharp and clear light over everything inside the garage.
And boy, was there a lot to look at.
I blinked quickly, willing my eyes to adjust. Lining the walls were dozens of tool carts, metal cases full of equipment. And at the center was a small, rectangular lift with a ramp.
Leo and Spencer guided the blue bike toward it, each of them grabbing a side.
The whole place was like a private auto shop, tools shining under the bright lights. Everything in there looked like it had been taken off a rack this morning, hand delivered to my two angels. All the autobody shops I’d ever seen were rinky-dink and rundown. Barely running better than the cars they fixed.
But this… this felt like walking into the Ritz of garages.
“Did you think we’d have some sort of hick setup?” Spencer laughed, toned arms on display under a white muscle tee as she and Leo gave the bike one last, stern push onto the lift. Both of them were a sight to behold as they used their bulk to muscle the bike into place.
My throat tightened as I watched their glistening skin.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
In my mind, Iknewthat I didn’t like girls. But watching them work, my body said otherwise. I wasn’t sureanyonecould watch two bikers built like gods get to work without feeling the hum of energy buzzing through my center.
Besides, it’s not like either of them were very girly. They were better gentlemen than any man I’d ever met — more competent and helpful, even with Spencer’s incessant come-ons.
And what had a man ever really done for me anyway?
The whirring of the lift broke my trance. Spencer’s foot pressed onto a black pedal by the base of the black metal lift.
Leaning against the door frame, I crossed my arms.
Leo pulled up a stool, rolling it across the polished concrete floors. Sitting down, she immediately whipped out a flashlight and started to examine the bike.
