LEIGH
I sat on the edge of the bed and pressed my palms against my knees until the trembling eased.
The clubhouse was already awake by the time I made my way downstairs. The smell of coffee drifted through the hallway, blending with sawdust from the repairs happening outside.
Someone laughed in the yard, followed immediately by the unmistakable clang of a hammer hitting metal. Iron Hollow refused to stay broken. The attack had scarred it, but it hadn't stolen its heartbeat.
Prospects hauled lumber through the front entrance while mechanics sorted salvaged motorcycle parts into neat piles outside the garage. Lockjaw stood on a ladder arguing loudly with Boone about whether a support beam was level.
"It is level!"
"It looks drunk."Boone retorted back and forth with a yell.
"The beam
