“Yes I am. And I love you too much to leave you helpless.”
It took another hour before she finally managed to do it.
Regan jumped off, hitting the kickstand before jumping onto me. “I did it! I’m done! Never make me do that again,” she yelled, but she was smiling now.
“No deal. I need to see that once a year, so you don’t forget.”
“I think I’ve hit my breaking point with your criminal lifestyle.”
I laughed, lifting her up the rest of the way and heading back towards the house. While Cameron’s quarters of the house had burned, they had saved everything else. Everything that Regan claimed as her half didn’t have a scratch or burn on it, and now it was all of ours.
She leaned down, her lips finding mine, and I groaned. Watching her straddled on my bike for over an hour had me currently without a thought in my mind besides wrapping her legs around me now.
“That’sthe breaking point?” I asked. “Driving a motorcycle is what’s making you reconsider?”
“Yeah, so don’t make me do it again. Or maybe get a bike that makes me feel like I won’t die if it falls on me.”
I opened up the front door just as everyone walked out.
“What are you doing?” Aiden asked. “Asher texted. He has the space for the shop ready.”
I groaned, setting Regan down. “Can’t it wait?”
“The place we’ve been waiting to find for a month now? No, it can’t wait.”
A surge of excitement washed over me at the idea of finally having a shop open again. “Alright, let’s go check it out.”
Regan’s eyes lit up. “A new shop?”
“Asher’s had something he thought would work for us, but had to empty it out.”
She was already pulling me back towards the bike. “Then let’s go. I can’t handle another second of you all trying to work out of the garage here.”
I smiled, slipping on my helmet as the roar of our bikes filled the air. Regan clung to me, and my excitement built with each mile. This place was closer to our new home at the Fletcher mansion, although we really needed to find something new to call it. Asher thought we would do better with a place in a nicer part of town, which I didn’t argue. We did most of our illegal business outside of the garage, so having it in a nicer warehouse area was good. It also made people less concerned about how legitimate our business was.
As we pulled into the lot, the sight of the new garage made my heart race. It was perfect. The old warehouse style building was large enough to hold all our bikes, with plenty of space left over for anything else we needed to do. The main river that ran through the city sat right behind the building, making disposal of anyone we needed a little easier.
Hero and Mason jumped off, bumping fists as they saw the location.
Regan jumped off the bike, her eyes wide. “This is amazing. It’s so…cute,” she said, scrunching her nose with a smile.
“Is that a problem?”
“Not at all. I don’t think anyone will be worried that you’re anything but a stand-up motorcycle shop.”
“Perfect, then we will take it. Any objections?” I asked as we walked inside one of the roll-up bay doors.
Everyone glanced around, Evie screaming in happiness when she saw the side office. It was half walled with one large window up top. Enough that she could see out if she stood, and would be hidden away when she sat down.
“This is mine!” she yelled.
Aiden grumbled, scowling at her as she ran over. “Asher said he put it in just for her. What an asshole.”
“For putting in an office for her?” I asked. “Isn’t it better to have her out of our way?”
“Yeah,” he said, walking away. “Way better.”
Regan patted my chest with a strange look before we walked around the rest of the shop.