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What I wouldn’t give to be a fly on the wall to see it.
Spencer can pretend he hates Jade all he wants, but I call bullshit. I still don’t want to be the one who has that conversation with him, though. I’m more liable to beat his ass than talk to him with the way he’s been acting lately.
Though I don’t know if Rick will fare much better if Spencer starts his shit, he’s not one for feelings, but when people attack something he cares about, he’s vicious, and Spencer might end up on the receiving end of that without even knowing.
* * *
I makegood time getting to the shop and end up only being about ten minutes late, which isn’t terrible for me.
It helps when the speed limit isn’t a factor. No cop in this city is stupid enough to pull us over. Well, a few of the older ones might, but Rick’s dad would let me off anyways. He might be the only one not in Froggie’s pocket, but he’s not entirely straight-laced either when it comes to us.
I whip into my spot in the front of the shop and kill the engine. I don’t even bother to turn the radio down from its pounding volume. I’m sure I’ll regret it when I start it back up later, but for now, I’m too excited to get my hands on this bike to give a damn.
I shut down the rest of the building for this appointment. I usually have some of the lower guys here during the week to run shit when I can’t but not today. I’m sure they didn’t mind the day off.
Trent has The Beast loaded up in the back of his truck, waiting just outside one of the garage doors. He stands waiting, leaning up against the passenger side door.
If this were just a few weeks ago, he would have been raging at being made to wait, but now the most I can say is he might look mildly annoyed, which I’ll take, even if he should know by now I’m never on time for anything.
“Hey, man.” I call as I pass him, heading to the door to unlock it and haul it open. He gives me a nod but doesn’t say anything as he looks down at his phone, with his brows pinched, but he pockets it and heads around his truck to the cargo bed without saying anything.
I have to remind myself that we aren’t friends anymore. Once upon a time, I would have stopped to ask him what was eating him. Those days are gone, and while we might be able to get along right now, it’s not a magical fix-all. We have a long way to go before we get back to that if we ever get back to it.
I'm sure he'll tell me if he wants me to know what's wrong.
We pull down the ramp and get the bike down with ease, our friendship might be over, but our ability to work side by side is rooted so deep into us that it just works.
Not that I can complain, I can’t fucking wait to get my hands on this bike. The quicker I get to work on it, the happier I’ll be. I’ve waited years for this moment.
I wheel it into the garage and head into the building to grab the parts from the storage area. I ordered these parts years ago, hoping he would cave one day. Now I’m happy I did.
It takes a few trips but eventually, I have everything I need. Trent sits on one of the rolling stools, again frowning at his phone.
“If you got shit to do, you don’t have to stay. If you want to help, that’s cool, but I can’t say I would blame you if you wanted to go back to studying, either.” I call back to him as I rummage around in my toolboxes for some of the shit I know I’ll need.
I don’t mind either way, but I half expect him to jump at a chance to go back to Jade. I mean, hell, I’ve been stuck to her as much as she will allow, and it still doesn’t ever feel like enough.
“You know you don’t have to be such an ass. I get that you wanted to work on the bike, and I didn’t let you, but I’m fucking trying to be civil here, and you guys aren’t making it easy.” He scoffs at me, anger making his words come out harsh. I stop my search turning back to look at him.
The frown on his face is still there, but now it’s also pinched in anger.
I hold up my hands in surrender, “Chill, I was just messing around.”
“Whatever.” He says, looking back down at his phone, frown still in place as if his phone has somehow wronged him.
Yeah, whatever's right. Trent can be pissy all he wants, but I’m on cloud nine, and I won’t be letting his shitty mood affect me, no matter the cause.
I work in silence for a while, going over every part of the bike to see if I can find the issue before pulling it apart. Sadly everything to the naked eye looks fine, which means ripping it apart will be required.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind pulling it apart, but I also just want to hear this thing purr, and with the tear-apart job, it might be a few days, if not weeks, before I get that.
Regardless, I get to work.
Eventually, Trent pockets his phone and comes over to take a look. I glance at him over my shoulder and see that while he still doesn’t look happy, at least he doesn’t look like he wants to hit me.
Guess now is as good a time as any.
“So I was talking to Rick this morning, and we kind of got on the topic of Jade.” He huffs, but I just ignore him and keep going, these two and their bullshit argument.
