Chapter Twenty-Six
Cade
I leaned against the inside of the garage bay door at the front of the fire station and dragged my sleeve across my face. I’d spent the last few hours tuning up my old favorite motorcycle.
“See you got your old bike ready to roll again.”
I glanced up to find Beck entering the garage from a side door. “Yup. My dad pulled it out of the back of my parents’ garage over the weekend and dropped it off here for me to tune up.”
Beck came to lean beside me, casting an approving gaze over the bike. I loved this motorcycle. It was an old Indian and couldn’t be purchased new anymore. Just finding one used cost an arm and a leg and then some. When I’d moved to California, I left this bike behind, figuring I wouldn’t have time to ride. I’d found time, but I hadn’t wanted to
