TEDDY
I left them to it, beer finished and responsibilities calling. The office was just as I left it—papers stacked, files waiting, a quiet reminder that running a place like this wasn’t all bikes and brotherhood.
Someone had to keep things moving, and that someone was me tonight.
I sat down and got to work.
One file turned into three. Three turned into six.
By the time I finished the last one, tension knotted my shoulders and frustration prickled at my patience—but relief settled in as it was done. Every approval signed, every detail handled.
Still, despite completing everything, my mind hadn’t really been on it.
Not really. Not the way it typically was.
Every few minutes, my mind drifted back to her.
Was she asleep? Was she still awake? Was she thinking about me the way I was t
