CHAPTER FIVE
Blaser’s day was shaping up to be manic. At ten a.m. he was dashing away from the garage, through the gate in the chain link fence to cross the back yard of the apartment building. He had to tell Gus about putting Bri in Colt’s place before he wandered in on her n***d or rented it out to someone else.
The development with Bri took him on a detour from his usual routine. On a typical day, he would spend these hours getting through the half dozen jobs he had at the garage before running over to Risqué.
Ivy had been a godsend. She’d taken on the admin work of the garage without blinking, she never complained, just did what needed to be done to keep the place going. With that relief, Blaser managed to get his hands dirty again, a thing he often missed.
When he got to Gus’ plac
