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He was a good kid, eager, unbelievably smart, and the teenage brother to another MC member, Bear. Pedro had a bright future ahead of him with plenty of colleges scrambling to offer him scholarships. In a few years, he’d leave behind some big shoes to fill at Rooster’s Garage and the place wouldn’t be the same without him.

I hadn’t gulped down enough coffee, or popped enough aspirin, to cope with the energy levels of a sixteen-year-old boy though.

“I’ll be in my office,” I said with a meager wave. “Let’s hope today is a slow one.”

“Actually,” Pedro said with a grimace. He held up a slip of paper. “Got our first tow of the day.”

I stifled a groan and moved to take it. Pedro held it out of reach, peering at me.

“You don’t look too good.”

“That’s because I’m older than you,” I countered.

“You’re barely thirty. Maybe I should drive.”

I huffed a dry laugh. “You wish. Give me that.”

Reluctantly, Pedro handed over the piece of paper. I squinted at the bleary scrawl.

“For a smart kid, your handwriting is shit.”

“Yours is worse,” Pedro said with a grin.

I recognized the address. It belonged to a seedy little motel outside of Merry Field, two hours away. I jerked my thumb over my shoulder.

“Get in the truck,” I said. “You can ride along.”

Pedro whispered a victorious little, “Sweet!” Then he hurried off to the tow truck, waiting in the corner of the garage parking lot.

Ten minutes later, we were on the highway, windows rolled down while the day was still cool enough that the air conditioning wasn’t needed. Despite the dull throb behind my eyes, my mind still wandered back to Lou.

I’m glad you found what you were looking for out here,Rooster.

I sighed, scrubbing at my forehead with my palm.

“Need to stop for more coffee?” Pedro asked.

He nodded to the empty cup in the cup holder.

“Whisky would be the better choice.”

“Wasn’t that the problem in the first place?”

No, I thought. The problem was my own stupidity. I should have taken Lou with me all those years ago. We should have eloped. We should have had a small herd of kids together.

What did Lou’s life look like now? Was she happy? Did she have a man waiting for her? I kicked myself for not asking. But she’d barely finished her beer before Lou was out the door again.

I was too wrapped up in my own thoughts to pay much attention when the motel came into view. As I turned off the road and into the parking lot, I spotted a familiar blue truck at the far end of the motel.

My heart skipped a beat.

It couldn’t be…

Then a motel room door opened and Lou stepped out, her hair loose and spilling around her shoulders. My foot tapped the brake a little too hard and the tow truck lurched to a stop. The engine continued to rumble. I stared, frozen.

Lou raised her hand in greeting then paused when she recognized me. Even though she glanced away, I could see the shape of her mouth mumble,shit.

“Do you want me to—?” Pedro started.

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