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“I know.” Bobby Ray balls his hands into tight fists, sweat beading on his upper lip. “I forgot the leak in the radiator, but it won’t happen again.”

“It’s coming out of your pay.”

“Oh, come on, Juju.”

“I mean it. Shit like this is the reason we’re runnin’ Daddy’s garage into the ground.” I turn and look at all of the boys. “We need to start being better, working harder, stop goofing off, and stop fucking making mistakes, or all of us are going to be out of a job.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Grant says.

Liam rolls his eyes.

“And don’t think I didn’t notice that receipt for a ‘business lunch’ on my desk, Liam,” I say. “You can pay for your own damn cheeseburger.”

“Whatever.”

I tie my hair up with an elastic and glance again at the Harley in the corner of the workshop. I think about making a start on it, and then that biker’s annoying grin flashes before my mind’s eye and I head for the Dodge Charger instead. It won’t hurt the smug bastard to wait a little longer. Who knows? Maybe it’ll teach him some much-needed patience. I lift the hood on the Charger with a grin stretched from ear to ear.

I can hardly wait for tomorrow’s visit.