"Your brother doesn't need a good reason to threaten people. He's a f*****g menace with a motorcycle and a president's patch."
"Don't let him hear you say that."
"Why? Is he going to make me polish his bike?"
"He might make you do something worse. Like listen to him explain why his bike is better than every other motorcycle in Colorado."
Mason groaned. "Jesus Christ, don't remind me. I once spent three hours listening to that man explain the difference between two engines. Three f*****g hours, Sage. I aged during that conversation."
She laughed as she opened the pizza box, and Mason found himself watching her instead of reaching for his own food.
That laugh had been missing from her voice for too long.
He wanted to keep hearing it.
They settled at the table with their food spread b
