CHAPTER 32
Ava’s POV
By the time the men finally stepped out of the garage, darkness had settled over Greystone.
Their familiar presence instantly filled the bar, the heavy scent of gasoline, leather, engine oil, and cold mountain air following them inside.
Whatever they had discussed after I left the garage had to be important.
Important enough to keep them locked away for hours.
Mara and I had spent the entire evening serving customers while she entertained me with stories about the motorcycle club. From everything she told me, it was obvious she’d been here long enough to know every man in this building—his habits, his temper, even his favorite drink.
Knox and the others spread out the moment they came inside.
Some headed straight for the entrance, while the rest disappeared to
