VAL’S POV
“Shut up, Ghost.”
How can he still flirt at this point, shameless.
By 3:00 AM, the cold air rushing through the gaping hole in my shop wall was freezing my toes off.
I was on my knees, furiously sweeping up piles of jagged glass with a small dustpan, the noise echoing off the high ceiling. Every time a broom bristle scraped against the concrete, it felt like someone was scraping a blade against my brain.
Eight hundred bucks. That window was eight hundred bucks I didn't have lying around.
I do have it from the money Jax gave me, but I wasn't expecting to spend Eight hundred bucks on a damn window!
I dropped the dustpan, grabbed a heavy wooden plywood sheet I kept in the back storage room, and dragged it across the floor. I picked up a hammer and a handful of nails, lining t
