Bishop
“What’s with these cars you and Caelin are messing with?” Harley asks as I sit in the office with Jagger, telling her what parts we need ordered for some repairs we’re working on.
Jagger’s eyes cut at me, then at her, and back to me. “Well, that’s my cue. Let me know when the two of you are done and I’ll finish putting in my order.”
He runs out like his ass is on fire. “Fucker,” I yell after him.
I turn to Harley and it’s like we’re facing off. It’s a place I never expected to be with her but, looking back, it was stupid of me to think she wouldn’t find out. “Who told you?”