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Drake was walking through the bay doors when he stopped. “What’s going on, Jack?”
“Where the hell are my keys? Cade got ’em in the office?”
Drake’s face paled slightly, but he caught himself. He met them halfway to the office. She didn’t know Drake well, but from the look on his face, he was gearing up for something.
“You taking a ride?”
“Yeah, gonna take Colleen down by the river.”
What? Down by the river? Isn’t that where they usually found bodies, down by the river? Her eyes widened and darted to Drake. He stared back at her.
“Who’s Colleen?”
She stepped up next to Jack and rested her hand over her breasts. “Me, I’m Colleen.” She nodded, cutting him off when he opened his mouth. “Drake.”
He seemed to understand. “Right.”
Jack stared between the two of them, and when his eyes landed on Marissa, she smiled.
“I’ll check Cade’s office.” Jack moved forward, but Drake stepped in front of him and blocked his path.
“Jack, man, I thought Cade told you. Still working on your bike.”
“Working on it?”
“Yeah, the front axle, remember?”
Marissa watched Jack in thought, his face crinkled, and the lines at the corners of his eyes deepened. He was trying to remember. It was almost sad because he was trying to remember something, she assumed wasn’t true.
Drake stepped forward and laughed. “You got it bent out of shape on the last run, but from what I hear, it was worth it.” Drake chuckled. “Heard it was one hell of a party.”
Jack turned back to Marissa and then Drake. He laughed with Drake. “Yeah.”
She was clueless of what they were referring to, but Jack seemed appeased. He turned to her. “Sorry, Coll, no ride today.”
She shrugged. “It’s okay. Why don’t you go get dressed, and we’ll just take a ride into town or something?”
Jack’s face lit up, and he nodded. She stood with Drake until he was out of hearing distance.
“That could have been a clusterfuck.” Drake snorted.
“Does he even have a bike?”
“Yeah, we got it in the back. It’s a beauty, but Jack’s days of riding are long gone. Had to dismantle some parts, make sure it doesn’t run in case he ever got the wild hair to take it for a ride.”
Marissa furrowed her brows. “Why keep it then?”
Drake slowly glanced at her. “You never get rid of another man’s bike. Most men would rather part with their left leg than their bike.”
She raised her brows, snorting a laugh. “Really?”
Drake just nodded with a small smile. “So, who’s Colleen?”
“Me. Apparently, I remind him from a girl years ago.” She raised her brows. “A biker girl.”
Drake tightened his lips, failing to hide his humor. “I think the right term would be club whore, babe.”
“Right. I’m a club whore.”
