Dani’s POV
I walked into the garage at six in the morning with my chin up and my toolbox in my hand, pretending I had not spent the last hour staring at the ceiling of the clubhouse feeling like the whole camp knew my business.
Big Mike was the first one to open his mouth.
"Hey, you okay? We heard somebody was creeping around your cabin last night."
"I am fine, Mike. It was nothing."
"It was not nothing," Travis chimed in from across the bay. "Cole chased the guy halfway across the paddock. That does not sound like nothing to me."
"Can we all stop talking about it and start working?" I snapped, louder than I meant to. "I have twelve motorcycles to prep before we move out. If anybody wants to help, grab a wrench. If not, get out of my way."
The guys exchanged glances but they shut up
