The next evening, the garage was alive with noise. Engines rumbled, laughter echoed, and the clink of bottles rang through the air. Riley kept her head down, tightening the bolts on a bike she had been assigned to finish. Her hands moved automatically, but her mind was far away, back on Ethan, back on the way she had whispered his name into the dark the night before.
Boots scraped across the concrete behind her, heavy and deliberate. She didn’t have to look up to know who it was. Caleb always walked like he wanted people to hear him coming.
Busy, Riley?” His voice cut sharp, laced with amusement.
She tightened one last bolt before setting the wrench down. “Just finishing this up.
Caleb leaned against the bench, arms folded, eyes burning into her. “Funny thing. Marcus told me to keep an
