Jace stood beside a stripped-down Harley frame, sleeves rolled to his elbows as he tightened a bolt. Music blasted from an old speaker mounted near the tool wall. Somewhere in the back, a prospect nearly dropped an engine part and immediately got chewed out by one of the patched members.
Everything looked normal but Jace's mood hadn't been normal in weeks ever since Sage returned, since he saw those bruises and saw that hatred in her eyes.
The hatred bothered him more than he wanted to admit.
A wrench clattered against concrete.
"You're over-tightening it."
Cole's voice came from across the workbench.
Jace glanced up. Cole was leaning against a toolbox, arms folded over his chest.
"You've adjusted that same bolt three times."
Jace returned his attention to the bike. "And you've bee
