Grace
I returned to the workroom after Kent's presence cleared out of the room and I had caught my breath.
I had the burning need to know even more about Kent now, he was just too cryptic and elusive.
The workroom smelled like chain grease and metal. Jinx was back at it, this time he was leaning over the engine of a neon green motorcycle. The color was offensive, a bright lime that screamed against the muted browns and greens of the town and its surrounding forest.
“You're back.” I didn’t know if it was my imagination, but he sounded happy. “What do you think about my baby?” He asked, hands buried in the guts of the bike.
"Is that color a choice or a dare?" I asked in response, looking around for a seat.
Jinx didn't look up, but I saw his shoulders shake with a quiet laugh. "It’s a l
