For a moment the sounds of the workshop seemed to disappear. Customers still wandered through the office, Ben was somewhere in the second service bay and Mia answered another phone call. None of it reached me.
I looked at the coffee cup warming my hand before meeting Jace’s eyes again.
“I’ve been pretending too.” I said and a small smile touched the corner of his mouth.
“I thought you might’ve been.” He said.
“I kept telling myself getting involved with the president of a motorcycle club was a terrible idea.” I said.
“It probably is.” He said.
“I also kept reminding myself that you drink far too much coffee.” I said.
“I do.” He said.
“And you keep bringing more motorcycles to my garage.” I said.
“I definitely do.” He said and I shook my head with a quiet laugh.
“I had a
