“Yeah, I will. See you later, Lukas.” Jogging off with a wave, my niece walked straight towards the front doors of the school, and I held back a frown.
“Teenagers…” Grumbling to myself as I kicked off the curb, I pulled down my vizor to keep the wind from my eyes before jerking the throttle. Craig’s shop was across town from Genna’s school, and the traffic was bad.
But I could make it in 8 minutes- maybe 10, if I hit a light.
Cruising into the lot, I rolled my jaw absently as I caught sight of Craig lounging on a bench in front of his glass-paned showroom. The building used to be for cars, so he didn’t have to remodel much, he’d said. Including selling bikes, parts, and mopeds, he also had a repair shop, and he pushed himself to his feet to exhale smoke from the half-dragged cigarette b
