I stared into the garage as I watched Jax push Holt’s Ducati to where it is usually parked. He motioned for me to pull in.
I parked and got out of the car. “Why were you pushing his bike?”
Jax chewed on his bottom lip for a moment, then sighed. “There was a meeting with Fontenot and your folks. Rex sent Holt home.”
So, what Kaelith warned about happened today. Suddenly there was a thum thum through the walls. I looked around.
“He is in the gym,” Jax said, rolling his neck and shoulders. “I so did not wake up today to be my best friend’s punching bag, yet here we are.”
“Surely you don’t mean that literally,” I said in a half laugh, not believing him.
He began walking out of the garage, as he did, he began stretching his arms. I started to follow after him, pausing when I noticed the w
