Finding the perfect gift for a six-foot-five badass who has so much money that he could buy the city three times over is not an easy task, but I’ve had this idea locked in my head for five weeks.
I walk quickly down the chilly pavement outside the mall, heading toward a small, specialty motor-gear and leather shop on a quiet side street.
The rich, earthy smell of conditioned hide, heavy oiled canvas, and polished steel hits me the second I push the heavy glass door open.
“Ms. Callahan,” the store owner says with a smile, stepping out from behind the repair counter. “I thought you might be in today."
“Hi Mr. James,” I say, my hands clasped together in front of my coat, my breath catching in anticipation. “Is it ready?”
“I finished it yesterday.”
“Oh, wow. Perfect timing, then.”
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