Cyrus
I'd stayed late working on a pickup to see when Harlow got out of the bar. When she finally did, I walked over to my bike, lit a cigarette, and sent her a text. I did my best to act cool when she looked up, taking a drag, but the truth was I'd been thinking about her all day.
Even through the late-night Howlers meeting about Sunrise Corp, which basically ended up nowhere, she was at the back of my mind.
Seeing her over there in a little white dress under her leather jacket, I couldn't wait to get her on the back of my bike and drive off into the Bone Hills. When I got her text back confirming our meeting, I smiled from ear to ear. I tore off my coveralls and put my cut on over my T-shirt.
“Hey, I'm gonna finish this up tomorrow," I told Mac and Butch, the two guys left working.
