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The next morning, Shea was lacing up her boots when Jessica walked into the bedroom. The scent of maple syrup drifted in with her.
“You joining us for breakfast? I made pancakes.”
“Sorry, don’t really have time. Me and the team are working on this custom bike. It’s a rush job.”
Jessica put a hand on her hip. “But it’s Saturday. I thought you were going to be spending more time with Annie.”
“I plan to, but just not this minute.” Shea stood up and gave Jess a peck on the lips while slipping on her armored hoodie. “Some suit wants a custom café racer before it gets too cold for her to ride.”
“What time will you be home?”
“In plenty of time for dinner. I promise.”
Jess sighed. “You better.”
Someone pounded on the front door. No polite knock, but an insistent hammering that only cam
