RYDER
I bought the Porsche for formal occasions.
Back then, I figured there would eventually be business dinners, charity events, or meetings where showing up on one of the club's roaring bikes wouldn't exactly send the right message. So, I ordered the car, picked the specifications myself, and then promptly forgot the damn thing existed.
Bikes were more my speed.
Always had been.
But today, I stood in the garage with the key fob resting in my palm, staring at it longer than necessary before a rough chuckle escaped my throat.
Never thought I'd actually drive this thing anytime soon.
Especially not for a date.
The thought alone had me shaking my head.
My phone vibrated inside my pocket. Pulling it out, I glanced at the screen.
Logan.
I debated ignoring the call because, if Logan
