I watched his truck disappear down the road, and when it vanished around the bend, something inside me finally loosened and Jace moved beside me.
"You okay?" He asked and I nodded.
"I am." I said.
I looked around Lawson Customs, at the people gathered nearby and the motorcycles lining the driveway, and I realized how much this place had become more than a workshop.
Jace wrapped an arm around me.
"For the first time, it feels like everything is finally over." I said and George smiled.
"Some things are." George said and I looked at him.
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"Life has a habit of replacing old problems with new ones." He said and I laughed.
"That isn't reassuring." I said.
"It wasn't supposed to be." He said.
Everyone laughed, and the last of the tension disappeared.
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