“Are you looking for a job, Mira?” He handed her a rag. “We could use a girl who knows her way around an engine. And Rome looks like he could be our jack when the lift broke down.”
She laughed as she cleaned her hands.
“We’re tied up with something else right now. Sorry.”
“Well, come back if that changes. Thanks again for the help.”
“No worries.”
Then she sashayed over to me with a grin and tried to tuck her hand through my elbow, and I realized I had to relax my arms so she could.
“No, I haven’t!” I heard Chance half-shout. “And stop snickering about it!”
I swung my eyes over to see him standing with his arms akimbo and an angry scowl, which was unusual. Jax, on the other hand, was laughing and Kerry had turned his face away to hide a smile.
“Haven’t what?” I asked as we went over.
“Driven a motorcycle!” He shot me a dark look, and I raised my eyebrows. “You’d think it was criminal by how they’re acting!”
“Motorcycle?” If Mira were an animal, her ears would have perked up. “Your ride’s a bike, Kerry?”
He jerked his chin toward the far corner, where a fast-looking bike sat in solitary splendor under the fluorescent overheads. It was so clean, it could have rolled out of the dealer’s showroom maybe an hour ago.
Mira whistled softly and did a slow walk around it.
“Wanna take a spin?” Kerry asked her.
“Does Jax fry Gigi’s fritters at least once a day?”
Everyone laughed, even me.
“Mira might have fun with that, but it doesn’t solve our current problem.” Chance scratched his head.
“It’s okay. We can use public transportation.” Chessie’s dark lenses flashed toward Chance. “We can pay cash for bus or plane tickets. No worries.”
“No.” Kerry shook his head. “You need wheels in case you hafta move fast or have a chance to grab Mrs. H. and make a run for the Sanctuary.”
“Harker,” Eskander followed us over and nodded at Kerry.
“Kander.” Kerry inclined his head in return. “This is Eskander Hussein Al Molhem. He’s the sheik of the sheba.”
Ope! I was far from diplomatic, but at least I didn’t hurt him like I wanted to.
“Something wrong, Harker?” Eskander turned to Kerry. “Your bike’s ready to go. Key’s in the ignition.”
“Yeah, I’m gonna need something else. Apparently, not everyone knows how to handle a bike.”
“It’s not an actual requirement for life, you know.” Chance shrugged, back to his usual easygoing self. “But I guess I should probably learn sometime.”
“I don’t know how to drive a motorcycle, either.” Chessie gave him a sympathetic smile, and his eyes warmed up when he saw it.
Wait a minute …
“You want to borrow, buy, or trade?” Eskander asked.
“No trade. I keep what’s mine.” Kerry grin showed too many teeth.
Eskander stepped back, and I thought I better take over.
