~TESSA~
THE FOLLOWING DAY...
“Bishop Motorcycles, Tessa Morgan speaking... uh-huh, we can book you next Tuesday.... Yes, early morning works.”
I hung up and leaned back, stretching my neck.
Something in the air felt… wrong.
Not loud. Not chaotic. Just off.
The kind of quiet that made your instincts itch.
Ryder hadn’t texted me yet. He came to the office and left early, claiming he had some unfinished business to handle.
I’d assumed he was out sourcing parts or finishing whatever he and his friend had started the night before.
Whatever...
But now, standing behind the front desk, I caught myself scanning the windows every few minutes.
Then I heard it.
The hum of a van engine.
Too long in one place.
I stepped around the counter, peeking through the blinds.
A delivery van... wh
